I lifted my foot and gently stroked his thigh, watching him squirm. Claire was oblivious to what was going on. The conversation continued but I was co...centrating on something else. As I moved up his firm thigh I felt his cock stiffen at my touch - god, how I wanted him. I stroked him until I could see he couldn't stand it any more and he excused himself. Feeling how hard he was made me so wet, I shifted in my chair as my knickers became uncomfortably damp. I had to have him. Claire had made a. It was not that surprising. They were taking bookings only for Friday and Saturday nights and there were Thursday evenings when they had to turn people away who were not prepared to wait for a second sitting. The pensioners' lunch, known as the Age Before Beauty lunch, was very popular and was far from being confined to the village. The elderly were coming in from the Winterbournes and the Drill Valley and they even had some coming from Pitsbury. The warmth of the welcome was a major. K.," I replied. "You're right, most of what's in that case has dried semen on it."Next he asked me how often I jerked off, where and when, an so on. My initial apprehension had somehow diminished, probably due to the whisky, but also due to his remark that we'd never see each other again. So I answered each of his questions less and less reluctantly, even though they grew progressively more personal and probing."What's your cock like?" he asked. By then this kind of question didn't faze. "This is the douche that has been fucking you for years? He looks like a piece of shit now", he said with a chuckle.Janet nodded and said that I was the guy. "I recorded our entire phone conversation the other day so he knows about the hanger, the enema and the ass fucking you gave me.....he has been busting to get even with you. I told him all of our stories...all the fucking we have done over the years"."Your fucking ass is mine" he growled. I tried to stand up....I don't know why because.