“I think I get the picture,” I said with a smile.“Yes; she needed one early. But, this will not end the same way.”“No, it won’t. You need ... Japanese husband. That is certain. Even if I were available, I would not be a good match for you for many reasons.”“I know; but for a few days, at least, I can pretend what it would be like!”I walked over and pulled her against me, “Tonight, I want you to let yourself go, completely. Enjoy your pleasure fully and do not hold back.”“And that will please. We both continued digging me out and it wasn't long after that I was able to stand, albeit all covered with sand. He held his hand out for me to help me step out of the sand, and, like a jerk, I took it. And then, like a bigger jerk, I said "Thanks," to the bastard who just raped me. He smiled and said, "You're welcome," and started to walk away again. As he was walking away, I couldn't believe what was going through my head. "Wait!" I called out to him again. "What? Need a. She knew the ropes and clambered on the table, having to remove the towel which Colin took and laid face down, her head on a soft, feather light, small pillow. A small towel was placed over her butt.The masseuse dribbled oil on Frances’ back and shoulders and proceeded with his duty. Colin moved round to the end of the table to lean equally over her torso applying pressure and treatment where it mattered. Frances sighed inwardly at the sensations, relieving her tension.“If you don’t mind Mrs. “You are getting so lucky tonight!” I laugh at her comment while pulling out her chair. During the meal I explain why I didn’t answer her text message. She understands completely and tells me she debated with herself for at least an hour before sending it. After dinner I call down to the reception to have the trolley picked up. “Had a good meal, sir?” “Yes, it was excellent, thank you.” I give the young man a generous tip, and my complements to the chef. Where we’re alone we lie.