Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an hour late. He blundered out of bed an... stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower failed to revive him, although it removed most of the sensory reminders of the night before. Out into the bedroom, clothes, jeans, sweater. The bed reeked of Delia - at second hand. His track suit smelled like the morning after an orgy. Reasonably enough.He grabbed great-grandpop's coat, let himself out. Then she reached into the bag. Removing some materials, she came up to my head and pushed something into my mouth. By the time I really registered what was going on, she had the ball gag firmly in place and fastened. Then she proceeded to tie my legs up, only instead of the bottom of the bed, she used the same bedposts as my hands, tightening them up so my ass was a bit up in the air and my knees were over my shoulders.I had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen, but there was. (His friend, Mike, had been enlisted to bring his pickup and trailer to haul away the contents with compensation agreed to be $50, lunch and a tank full of gas. Given how much gas the truck could guzzle, it wasn’t all that cheap.)The representative, along with a security guard, finally made it to Dan’s purchase -- 10’x30’ Storage Unit C12 -- where Dan and Mike had been waiting for nearly an hour.He read off some boilerplate legalese, Dan signed a form, and the guard stepped up with bolt cutters. Ithen took the initiative and reached my hand down to mywet pussy, coating my fingers in my hot juices. I thenheld my fingers out for Enzo to see if he would lickthem. Sure enough, he started licking the juice from myfingers. I patted the edge of the bed and asked him toget up there as I wanted to see if he would lick mypussy.My wants were quickly answered as he put his paws oneach side of my thighs and dipped his tongue to mywaiting pussy. I spread my lips apart and pulled themupwards,.