Except that nothing changed in the bedroom." Well Cecelia, I don't see how this proves anything really." About a month ago I decided to start working ...ut with him. I thought that maybe if we did something physical together (you know getting hot and sweaty) it might translate into more activity in the bedroom. So I went to his gym to surprise him - but he wasn't there. I signed up anyway and started working out. He didn't show the whole week - I didn't say anything to him about it because I. ”“Ah-ah-ah!” one of the men exclaimed, holding up a real gun this time. “Just leave the goods tied up in the package.”“Hey!” Frank argued, “Al least let my untie my own wife! She’s been laying like that all night.”“What is she? Some kind of bondage slave?” the man with the gun asked. “How come she’s tied up? You plannin’ on shovin’ a stake up her ass?”“What?” Frank asked, sounding as indignant as possible. “Of course not! If you don’t believe me, ask her yourself!”Despite the fact that the man. I sensed that his breathing was getting heavier as he tapped my ample backside through my knickers with the bamboo rod. “Now, it wouldn’t be fare if your punishment was less severe than the boys; would it Miss Simpson?” He whispered as he slowly ran the cane along my quivering buttocks. “No sir,” I replied as I gripped my knees in readiness.“Touch your toes then,” he coughed.“Surely the dirty bastard won’t really do it because he’s getting his kicks looking at my arse!” I thought as I. As teenagers, there are too many things they would rather do than sit and talk to a really, really old man.Brian pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked like hell, eyes red, uncombed hair, he must have slept in the clothes he was wearing, more than two nights.“Jesus Christ Brian, what the hell happened to you? You look like the dogs drug you in here.”“Gramps, I really need somebody to talk to. I don’t know anybody else who has the wisdom and experience that I would trust to steer me.