She started to smile at me, talking a bit more than normal conversation. I am pretty much sure she was looking at the porn’s, everyday, because I of...en find them displaced.Once, I hard myself in tennis game, from a fall. There was a few bruise in my right arm and buttock. I had to take a day off from my office. I had pain all over my body. She asked me to massage my arm and leg. I said ok. I was laying on the sofa and she was nicely massaging my arm, I felt very good with her soft touch. Then. . and she sunk the pen deeply and quickly into my... my butt-hole!"Ahhhh! No!!!" I cried as it easily slid in and i danced about, more in shame than pain - but the pain soon caught up -SWACK!"PRANCE..."SWACK!The secretary started driving me back and forth across the room with the belt as I did my best, totally mortified."Knees higher!"Soon I was prancing like some kind of pony in a show, pulling on my big nipples, with a pen sticking out of my behind, squeezing my anus so it wouldn't care fall. She turned to the pilot and asked, “Are you a real pilot?”He replied, ‘Well, I’ve spent my whole life flying planes, first Stearmans, then the early Grummans ... flew a Wildcat and Corsair in WWII, and later in the Korean conflict, Banshees and Cougars. I’ve taught more than 260 people to fly and given rides to hundreds, so I guess I am a pilot, and you, what are you?”She said, “I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about. My yellow hound greeted us, a spitting image of one we’d had as kids.She settled in to her old room while I now occupied the master bedroom. My childhood one was now an office. There were a few loose ends to finish so she wandered around the yard while I took care of them. Some bourbon on the back porch was a treat as the sun dipped behind the big grove of trees to the west.I put the truck in the barn and brought out my usual transportation, a late-model Corvette convertible. She squealed when.