“And would you like one as well, ms…?” I finally looked at Jen, who brightened up a bit that I was finally including her.“Jen,” she smiled.... “And yes, that would be great.”“Nice to meet you, Jen.” I turned and grabbed three glasses from the cupboard. Then I turned back to Jen, “You are old enough, right? Just double checking.” I set the glasses on the counter and sauntered over to the liquor cabinet. “Yes, I’m 24.” There was a hint of ‘you already knew that’ in her voice, but not enough. She went on to explain, as she worked her hand into mydry pussy, how the years of abuse had made her a little ?kinky? that she likedto dominate women and use them as slaves. She loved to ?mind fuck? them tillthey were nothing. Well, I thought, this ain?t goingto take you long with me. She began to push and stretch my pussy painfully,until I could take her whole hand, I had no idea why she was doing it, I just could not wait for her to stop. It was then as shepulled out her mobile she explained. Feeling it give way he bottomed out and felt her contract and purr in pleasure. “Oh baby”, she cooed pushing back on him trying to force him even deeper. Grabbing onto her shoulders he fucked her with deep long strokes. She was his and he had to show her that. Picking up speed as he kissed her along her spine caused her to call his name. Gently at first but it got louder and more guttural with each thrust. He knew this meant she was cumming. Not letting up on her he felt her arse muscles. The man hobbled into view a moment later. "I don't know who this Gunny person is, but I am a complete gentleman." He was looking ok, Ben thought, all thing considered. Maury must be in his -what?- late fifties. He was about five eight, maybe 190 lbs. He had long unruly salt and pepper hair with an uncut beard just a shade lighter. He walked smoothly with two canes, like he'd been doing it for years, and Ben knew that his pants hid the two prosthetic legs that the guy wore.Ben snorted. "You.