She wanted me like a man. It did not put me off at all. I smiled at her. It, however, was not returned.“Turn around and bend over the chair with you... legs apart,” Joy instructed.I obeyed. It didn’t bother me at all. If there had been men present it might have been. Then it dawned on me. The reason for the bright lighting. There were cameras in the room. I was being watched and probably filmed. George, Albert and Henry in another room. And listening to every word. Damn them.“You have a nice. When we got to the nursing home, we were met in the front hall of the lock-down area by Ethel Smith who was worried about missing her train. A petite ninety year-old with lots of vigor, her only health issue was the advancing dementia that left her confused. Brad and I both hugged her and assured her that the train wouldn't be arriving for another couple of hours. She laughed cheerfully and walked with us until she decided she needed to go check her babies.Granny Brown's room was the last room. Her legs stiffened, squeezing her ass cheeks as tight as she could, she continued to struggle as I held my position and played with her soft breast. Finally her legs relaxed just for a second and as her ass began trying not to relax her hand came back and she dug her nails into my thigh as if to say "Don't you dare!"Right then her ass loosened up completely and I gave it everything I had and thrust in another inch and a half or so, she let out a squeak and tried to tighten back up. Carefully. Hoer, you should check..." Mom looked at me and decided not to check.Back to me "Are you gay son?" I shook my head no "Michele, I just don't know what to do with you. You get beat up, but won't tell us who. Well, at least this morning we know! And where were you yesterday afternoon?" I just said "At school!" Well, I think Michele needs some time to think about this! I am going to send him home now!"And Mom took me out and led me to the car. We didn't quite make it ... Mike called "Ms Hoer?" and.