I let them talk. I tried to reassure and I said I was always available to them. I hoped I was able to make it easier.Two young women in particular rea...ised that there was now no way they were going to be able to get home at all. Like me, they had volunteered for the early shift on Christmas morning. After my divorce, I had managed to keep my house. My daughter was serving in the RAF and was currently posted to a station in the far north of Scotland. She relished the opportunity to have. No fucking but he says she wants to see me stroking my cock with her panties and then see what happens. I can't believe my luck when I first see her, she is gorgeous, tall, slender long dark hair, a beautiful smile and the sexiest eyes I have ever seen. His plan was to lay a bunch of her panties out for me to admire, pick favorites and rub my knob on while she watches. That went well, some of the pairs were from their live videos and I told her how much I liked seeing her pussy in them. I. It was such a turn on when he exploded like that, treating her like the slave she was, and knew she really was meant to be."That was for contradicting me," he said, "Especially as you were right."He fell heavily on her, adding to the stinging in her bruised breasts, and slipped back inside her.Conversationally he continued, "Lujain came from Paris, where she was a waitress. I fancied her and bought her soul with a few big tips and a set of diamonds to wear on a night out at the Opera. It amuses. “What the fuck is happening to me?” I whispered to myself. Right then, my stomach growled insistently, demanding food. Whipping back the sheets, I hopped out of bed with a nimbleness previously foreign and crossed the hall to the bathroom to relieve myself. The food could wait; I needed to piss like a racehorse.Member in hand, I stood over the toilet bowl and bent my semi-erection down to the right angle, only to realise that from all appearances, my cock had added a little more size to itself.