“Open” she barks at him while standing at his head. He opens his mouth and a gag is inserted and strapped to his head. He is not taking his eyes o...f of her as she circles her prisoner. Slapping his chest just above those nipple clamps he groans and flinches. After slapping his face she leans down to his ear and says “That’s much better it is always best when a man cannot speak.” Back to the other end of the table between his legs she stands as his cock strains and jumps in excitement. With a. He still looked fifty, even with all the medical equipment hooked up to him. He was in fact 96 years old. And battling with disease for more than fifteen years, but it never killed him. Until now.With all that in mind though, he still looked as radiant as ever. He was the kind of man, content with his life in every way. Even though he didn’t have a lot of money, or an interesting job. But he enjoyed the simple pleasures. And there’s none better than that.He had a fantastic sense of humor, a. . be a good boy." she said, trying to sound calm so the dog would obey. He looked up at her with a confused expression, cocked his head, turned around and ran back into the living room and jumped onto the couch looking worried. He put his little head down between his front paws and lay there.She tried fighting him off her as he dragged her down the hall into her bedroom, his hand covering her mouth, her legs kicking in the air. He picked her up, she tried kicking him in his groin with her right. And she knew the fire inside her was out of control, and that theworse the torment became, the more she was doomed to crave it, to devote herselfto it, above any other thing, for all of her life. It was her life. It was herlove. It was her soul. When he'd whipped her breasts to his satisfaction, he placed a fewlashes across her stomach, and across the front her thighs. Then he returned toher breasts for one last blow, the hardest of all. And then it was over. He dropped the rope and approached.