Meanwhile, my friend and I are going to have lunch.”As the orderly was deciding what to do, I finished releasing the kid’s hands. I wasn’t too w...rried. His feet were still secured. I lifted the cover off my plate. The smell of hamburgers and fries filled the room. I could see the kid’s eyes grow big. I could also see the hunger in his eyes. This kid had missed way too many meals. I pulled the cover off his plate also.I picked up my burger and took a bite. “Ahhh, just the way I like it. Alex is propped up on a stack of pillows, his big, muscled body slick with sweat, his face a wide smile of satisfaction. I see his cock in my wife's hand, ten inches long and still semi-stiff, the head and shaft glistening with his cum and my wife's pussy."Hey, looka here," Darryl laughs. He stands up and walks behind me, flips up the hem of the apron. "Little Limp Man." He pats my ass and pushes me forward onto the bed, my hands gripping the footboard. I feel him pulling my ass cheeks open.. .. It had all started some fifty years earlier when the “Gilly Den” had been privately commissioned by the late Rear Admiral Sir Justin Burrows for construction at the most modern of Dutch shipyards. The Admiral was a renowned ‘ladies man’ who had women (and children) in several ports around the globe and, as a private whim which was quite in-keeping with his priapic nature, he asked for a special figurehead to be constructed for his new ship: “She must be made of the finest hardwood and. “I’m going to cum!” she moaned. “Gods, yes, yes! Master Kurtis!”She rammed her asshole down my cock, swallowing every inch of my dick. Her flesh convulsed as her orgasm burst through her. Her bowels rippled and writhed around my rid. She suckled at the tip, the pressure in my balls heading to an explosion.“Cum in my bowels, Master Leo!” she gasped, her asshole spasming harder.“Las’s big dick!” I growled and erupted.My dick spurted cum. I pumped into her twat again and again. I flooded her with.