Jerry was kinda tired so i hired a electric bike and we drove to the beach at the night at 1 Am but it was already too late for any fun. All i did was... just strip down to my underwear and took some nice pictures and we were back to the hotel at 3 and crashed.Morning i woke up at around 9 and well it was straight to shower and breakfast. The Day 1 was just vacation fun and we did much of the outdoor stuff, while me being young and energetic Jerry couldn't keep up, but he was kind to find a place. It was mostly couples, not many single men or women. Gail finished her drink and asked if she could have another. I ordered her another rum and Coke. She got about half way through the drink and said that she was feeling it. I asked her if she would like to leave and she said yes. She managed to finish her drink. We got up and headed for the door. We were walking out to car and Gail said "I am feeling horny right now. I think you need a blow job."I could not wait to get her back to her. As well as even more jealous, incidentally. I don’t know why my head chooses to vex me with vile images of their bodies entangled in sheets. But it does. Probably, a way of telling me of why I should let my love go. Nothing inherently new. My stubborn thinker refuses to allow me peace of mind while my heart feels as it does, and it seems hell bent on making me sick to my stomach with imaginations of moans of pleasure and roaming hands. As much as I try to block these images from my mind, I. ”Sir, may I please be your maid, Sir?” ”What’s that?” He swallowed again. ”Sir, may I please be your maid, Sir?” There was a brief silence as the Master smiled, satisfied. ”Sissy, I want you to go upstairs. Up there you’ll find your room, on the right. Take your bag, and leave your clothes here. Go put on what’s on the hanger, the accessories on the night table, everything you see laid out.” He paused, waiting. ”Sir, yes Sir.” ”Then put on your makeup and wig. You will do a good job on your.