She needed some everyday wear; jeans, t-shirts and all those things women need that men seem to be able to do without. She needed a coat, trainers, se...nsible shoes, tights, panties and more bras. God, would the list ever end?She needed help.She thought about work and the people there. Maybe they'd be able to help, but then, who'd believe her?The major thing about work was she was not going to be able to go in. That's all there was to it. Getting picked up by the law the day before was one thing,. They had plenty of dough so the sale of the new house did not depend on selling the old one first.I arrived on time and was greeted at the front door and shown into the lounge.She asked would I like a coffee and as I had not had lunch I said I would love that.When after about 10 minutes she had not returned I went to look for her.It was a large house and finally found her much to my surprise laying naked on a big king size bed.I said was she ok as I had other clients to see.She said she was but. Discretion as always ion any public place is required. -o- my sense of anticipatioon grew with every step that I took along the beach, the tide was going out making walking easy on the hard, wet sand, the sun was shining and the view northwards towards Bridlington, the tall tower of the ugly block of flats overlooking the harbour actually looking quite good in the oddly unseasonal September sunshine. The beach streched ahead s**ttered with occasional dog. Sitting next to a black man on the slots, she made a comment to her husband that after three drinks, she always gets really horny. He was slightly embarrassed that she said it loud enough for the other man to hear.She kept saying, "Gimme the spades, come on baby." Then, she said, "You know, I should get a Spades tattoo, honey. What do you think?"The black man was listening to all of it. He looked over at her large breasts and something definitely stirred in his pants. She was probably one.