Didn't matter. The hurting was getting worse. They rolled me on my side, the upside down woman still carefully holding my head, her hands really stron... and steady and gentle. A foam collar was slipped on me and something was put behind me and I was eased down on it. Then I was strapped down, with some sort of soft blocks on either side of my head so I still couldn't move.Not that I wanted to. Even the little bit of rolling they'd done had almost made me throw up.They did some other stuff -- I. She has a beautiful face for her age, hardly any wrinkles - she should have more for her age. She seemed to almost be in her prime.We jogged back to the house, and we had broken a pretty good sweat so I decided to take a shower. As I hopped in, I washed my usual self, I kept seeing visions of my grandmother in my head, so, I decided to jerk off. As I was stroking it, I heard the door crack then a voice, "Honey? I noticed there weren't any towels, so I brought you some."My prick was all 9 inches. The rest of the tease is Chloe, gorgeous Chloe, the woman I used to passionately fuck and call my own. Now I can only crave Chloe and lust after her madly. You open the bedroom door and call out into the hall. “James. James, would you come up here right away please. We have need of you.” You turn and point at me. “And you. Get on your back in your fucking basket, and don’t say a word unless I tell you too. “In fact, Chloe…” you reach into your dirty linen basket and fish out a handful of. I held her that entire first night, stroking her wig, until she had cried herself dry and fell asleep in my arms. My cats surrounded us and Teacup stood vigil over the scene from the nightstand; Those bright yellow eyes like a lighthouse in the darkest night over the ocean of our sorrows. My first true friend slept soundly through the rest of the night and most of the following day, which was gloomy and rainy as per usual where we lived. By the time I had awoken, it was well past 5 o' clock in.