I should have fucked off and phoned his son to tell him that his Dad was a fucking perve. But no. I kept my hand there and I had a proper feel of his ...ock through his trousers. The material of his trousers was proper thin and I had my fingers and thumb on his bell-end. This was well dirty. Touching my mate’s dick was nice. Touching his Dad’s dick was just fucking awesome.I wasn’t gonna let it stop at this.“Do you…do you wanna…”No, I couldn’t ask him. It wasn’t right. I just kept thinking of my. He does not need me or my maid underfoot, distracting him. It is your duty, guardsmen, to allow us to ride through the countryside so he may know peace.“Because if you disturb him, he will be most vexed. Especially when he hears my opinion on your conduct.”The blood drained from his face. He sputtered, his eyes wild. I trembled, waiting to find out what he would do. If he sought out my father’s permission ... Would Father give it? Or would he be too busy even to listen to the messenger?I fought. Grey haired and not looking at all frail he sat in an ultra modern looking wheel chair. He made us welcome, we greeted Ali's mother, Janie, with a kiss and drinks were given to us. There followed a period of talking and drinking.Ted manipulated the subject around to dressing up as a method of expression, the enactment of fantasy, particularly sexual. We joked a little and both Ali and myself admitted that we both indulged for each other. Ted said that Margaret always dressed for him and, if we. The rest was just a formality. I watched him carefully and he put the gun down and slumped back in the rocking chair, closing his eyes. He was exhausted. Exhausted and beaten. I walked slowly over and picked up the gun. It felt very light. I ejected the clip and saw that it was empty. A quick check confirmed there was nothing in the chamber. I took out my cell phone and called Meg. ‘Meg … please call the police and an ambulance and send them to Yolanda’s. Leonard Saunders is here and has agreed.