Held hostage nine hours a day, seven days a week with an hour for lunch, Charlotte had nothing better to do than to stare at the TV screen while she w...rked as a healthcare aid for elderly Mrs. Morrison. Confined to her house, either to her bed, her wheelchair, or to her reclining chair in the living room, Charlotte cared for Mrs. Morrison as if she was her own mother. With her being an only child, leaving her the house when she was younger, her mother died from a heart attacked caused from. My whole face lighting up, all I could think of saying was one thing. “Thank you so much! I won’t tell anyone!”My hands dropping from her breasts, Noori’s hands reached down and loosened my shilwar string. I raised my ass off the bed as she yanked my pants off of me. My pants were still falling to my ankles as she grabbed at my swollen dick. When she did, I nearly jumped off of the bed. I couldn’t believe that a mature woman was touching me! My hard cock and tingling balls pulsated with a life. It was so exciting and… I touched him, Mack, through his clothes, I touched him and I made him hard. I wanted to know how big, I mean how small he really was. I had to do it. And when I touched him, he did not have any underwear on. I touched his cock. I made him hard and I stroked it through his pants. I was so wet. I told him why I liked it and why I liked him. I am wet just thinking about it. Please don’t be mad.”“Did anything happen?”Mack was imagining Mary’s hands caressing a man through. He kicked the desk chair away from the desk in the hall that was going to be hers, and made her kneel down in front of the desk, facing away from it. He grabbed a pair of cables from the back of the computer sitting on the desk, and lashed her ankles to its legs. Her thighs were spread wide, the harsh industrial carpet digging into her knees. Rosie felt Mr. Jones's seed spilling down her leg.Mr. Jones used another cable to tie Rosie's hands behind her back. Then he slid his tie around her.