I'm sorry I just don't understand what else to do." I cried, the pain sticking in my throat trying to claw its way out with my every word. "This is no... me, I am stronger than this. What is wrong with me? Shan I'm sorry! All these years I was waiting for a chance to talk to you, I don't know why I have been waiting for you." I kept crying whilst Shan held me. "Rhea, babygirl it's ok. I'm here for you. I love you Rhea. You are safe. I understand that you just need to be loved, it's ok. You are. At an adjacent table were two Brit couples who asked if I could help put up the umbrella next to them and being very tall it was easy for me to open it out for them.We got talking and they told us that they were all in their late 60s, retired and came from The Wirral. Maggie and Sue had been nurses together for a long time at the same hospital and had been coming to this part of Spain with their husbands for many years and knew the area well. Maggie was married to Dave, a retired bus driver,. As I rubbed myself more and more frantically, he leant forwards adjusting his position until he was perched on the edge of the bench. I could just about make out his features in the station’s lamplight. He was probably early to mid-twenties and quite good looking. He was smiling.“I think he’s enjoying the show!” Adam whispered excitedly.“I think so too!” I panted.“Well, it looks fucking hot from where I’m sitting.” He added gleefully.I just groaned and carried on fingering my juicy wet. During that same six minutes - at one minute intervals -- another timer would deliver short, low-level jolts of electricity to the metal probe pushed deep up inside her ass. *have you been able to video her yet?* Peter typed. *no, it's been too dark and my low-light gear is in the shop* *a pity. it's coming up soon, isn't it? the quarter hour?* Jack typed *yes* then took another sip of the scotch and looked outside. After two more minutes, Daisy closed her eyes. He could see the hem of her.