He was fifty-six years-old. Hewas tall, slender with dark hair graying at thetemples. His wife had died in an automobile accidenta couple of years b...fore. He had a teenageddaughter, named Julie. The fact that he was thirty-two years-older than me didn’t bother me. I figuredthat I could satisfy his sexual needs and still enjoymy relationship with Iris. Iris and I had even discussed it before heproposed to me. I knew he was serious about mewhen he invited me to join him and his. I noted that the flowers were becoming heavier with blooms. I made a mental note to put the sprinkler on the garden when I noticed the ground appeared to be getting very dry. I grabbed a chair and sat down to sip my drink and enjoy the peacefulness of the morning. Bud seemed content to lie at my feet and observe the activity around himI had called in to work to say that I would be late. I was in the middle of an important project and had been spending many late nights at the office. I needed. I turned him and stood up at the same time. Our lips met and we engulfedeach other's faces with tongues probing the deep reaches of each other'smouths. He reached down and started to pull my pants open and pull myshirt out of the pants. He decided to take his time undressing me, pushingme onto the green leather couch that all my clients loved to sit on in theoffice.He moved his kissing from my mouth to my neck as he undid my shirt buttons;and then to my chest as he made his way down my path. I no-longer cried and sobbed or tried to get away. Instead,I began to moan and smile around my gag. I squeezed my asshole as tight as I could around the cock that pounded into me. I Welcomed what he did. In fact,I wanted more!I felt him release the strap that held the gag in place and as soon as I was able,I spit it out.'Muh,Muh!' I panted.'More? You want more?''Yuh! MUH!'And He obliged, until it became too much!'Fuck,Boy!' He panted and suddenly pulled his throbbing cock from me. Using the.