She reached out and took a nipple in each hand, gently tweaking, feeling them harden even more.“I’m off for a shower. Those nipples are good, bein... a slave suits them. Maybe you need some jewellery. This would be a good time to get something done.”“How do you mean?”“While other things are healing and you’re naked all day.” Marsha chuckled, turned and left.Candy sat for a few more minutes and then stood up, standing on one leg while she got the crutches into position she moved herself away from. She was only aged fifty-eight but she had lost most of her self-confidence after her husband had left her five years previously for a woman barely half his age.She was now divorced and living alone and, basically, her life just drifted along. The fact that she was not having any sex and had not since a while before her husband had left her no longer bothered her if indeed it ever had.Geraldine had a friend, Susan Thrower, who was the opposite of her in many ways because Susan was certainly not. It was early enough that traffic wasn't too bad. I was able to park in the lot behind her building for two bucks and went around front to find out what floor her office was on. I took the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped out. The directions for numbers had me entering a dark office at eight. I said, "Hello, Ms. Perkins? Mark Robins here."A voice from the back said, "Come on back, I'm making coffee. Did you bring donuts?"I was laughing as I put the bag with a dozen donuts on the counter.. I cried out as her body spasmed again and her cries continued and my cock started to pulsate and shoot another load of hot creamy cum right up into her belly, she felt it hit and cried out and I kept pushing and pushing making sure she got the full load.I kept my cock inside her as she looked back at me smiling, “Fucking hell Frank” she sighed as she squeezed the last drops out of me regaining her breath. “WOW!” she sighed as I slowly pulled out looking down at cum leaking out and down the.