As he at least remembered he had the 11:00 a.m. meeting, then it stood to reason that today must be Wednesday. If it was Tuesday, he chuckled to himse...f, then he would?ve been in Belgium, recalling the title of an old movie.Wednesdays were special. He was allowed his once weekly egg for breakfast. Being diabetic meant keeping track of your meals, and managing them carefully. While his cholesterol count was excellent, well under 200, diabetics tend to build up plaque in the bloodstream anyway,. His mind drew a blank as he thrust them to the edge of a world filled with pure bliss and agonising pleasure.Suddenly, the door flew open and his head shot round to see Nicola, the blonde busty secretary, staring at him with excited laughter. The image of middle-aged, saggy-bottomed Bob the caretaker, with his trousers round his ankles, pumping his cock for all he was worth into the photocopier, was more than she could stand.“Evening, Bob. Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?”Bob. “Thank you,” was all I could say, as I closed my eyes again. I tired easily and laid there drifting lazily in and out of consciousness, while Nancy held my hand. She stayed with me and nursed me back to health every day of my long recuperation. It was a time that changed my life. During this period Nancy and I had got to know each other well. We talked for hours. We laughed. We cried. But, it was the quiet moments together that seemed to mean the most. The way she held my hand like she held my. To brace herself Olivia has to move her legs apart and her dress was riding higher and higher. My skirt suddenly blew right up, the hem of it almost up to my face. My stocking-tops, suspenders and g-string were on show to everyone. There was no way I was going to be able to pull it down. Not that I wanted to. I was showing myself of to dozens of men and I liked it. A few spins later and the hem of Olivia’s dress was right up round her waist, showing all of her tiny g-string. Her legs were now.