"well you two friends or?" "we are married , last year" Rachel said getting him another cup of coffee I was going to protest but really it wasn't that...i cared if he was late.Then he said something that stuck with me: "heh, better keep a close eye on her mate, or someone will have her before you know it !" Rachel just laughed she was a sucker for any level of flattery. She then piped up: "you know we were warned that you were some kind of perverted sex mad old guy but you seem alright" I nearly. “My oh my, Mary. I knew you were all woman and I was right. Now please let an old man fuck you and die happy.”“Don’t talk like that Ben. There are many years left in you yet and from what I’ve just seen with that cock of yours, I’m going to help you be happy for a good number of them.”--------------------------------That day was the start of a change in the way Mary nursed Ben and a couple of the other old men. Her frustrations were met whenever she wanted now. When she returned from her days. I thought her pussy became even wetter, and it was already flooded. “I-I think so,” she whined. “Ooooo, you’re roughfucking me really good, oh shit, I think I’m gonna cum, Master!” “Good, let it go . . . let a stranger’s cock make you juice your whorish pussy!” “Gonnacummmm! Cummming! Cummingggg! Eeeeeeeeeeee! Awwwwwgoood!” The squelching noises were louder, wetter, as my friend from the library thrashed through a body rattling orgasm. As she trembled her way down from the plateau, I asked her. ..referred to me by an alumnus who knew she'd be perfect forfinding her true place here. My first impression of her was that shehid from others, keeping walls up to protect herself, a sure sign ofsevere rejection indicating abuse. As I reached to welcome her, withhand extended...she forced herself to look up at me, onlybriefly...and gave me the awareness even further when she timidlyheld a cold, soft hand toward me to kiss...as is my customarygreeting for new novitiates. What she didn't.