“No, you cannot stop boy. Keep sucking, I am not finished yet”. Some words spilled out of Ryan’s mouth as he tried to protest but it was all in ...ain. Once again Ryan tried to push back on Rich’s hips to ease or halt the ponding but all of a sudden a hard slap hit him on the face. “Bitch boy, I told you, not to stop. Push me once again and I shall slap the day lights out of you shitty pussy boy”.Holy shit! What had Ryan gotten himself into! This man could be a maniac and Ryan already had himself. "Hey Mrs. O, how you doing today?" I asked as I was walking through the front door. "I'm doing very well! Now that you're here I have this heavy mirror to hang and I need some muscle since no one is home today," said Mrs. O. "Yeah no problem! I see you already found where you wanted to place it and the nail is already hammered in." As I was looking at the dimensions of the mirror and as to where it was to be placed on the wall. Mrs. O told me that she just had to run up stairs for a few. "She walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I gently led her out of her trance state. She awoke and looked at me strangely."I must have dozed off," she said."Um hmmm," I agreed.She stood up and went to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Several minutes later she walked back toward our bedroom. She stopped at the open door of the spare room and looked at the picture. Then she turned and returned to the living room where I sat in my recliner."Come with me," she said, urgently.. Lowering my head in order to avoid what I knew was waiting for me; I opened my eyes just in time to see her hand remove itself from my slowly wilting cock and heard the rustle of paper as she took a tissue from a box at her side to wipe it clean.?Pretty impressive,? she said, a voice dripping with sarcasm indicating she had found it anything but. ?I’ve never seen you come like that. Seemed your little dicklet would never get to stop.?Still unable to meet her stare, I occupied myself by tucking.