Bruno sat down staring at karen, licking his lips from time to time.Karen unzipped her skirt and pushed it down so it fell to her ankles, Bruno's ears...pricked up with excitement.'crikey, look at him, poor Bruno he is being a good boy waiting for you' I saidkaren giggled nervously' I really shouldn't be doing this as it seems so wrong. but im curious to see how it feels'.karen took her top off and bra.' I know how Bruno feels as im getting horny watching you' I said'your always horny' karen. She didn't even bat a eye as she droped to her knees and started sucking him wildly. Afew minutes of this and they were off th the bedroom. I ran around to that side of the house and by the time I got there he was already on top of her pounding the hell out of her. He fucked her in about three different positions and then finished off shooting his load in her mouth. They layed in bed and talked for a while with me outside listing to every word. He tried to set up another "date" and even offered. On the cry of “Action” Oliver hung the chains on a convenient hooks, then dealing with Barbera, first. He attached wrist cuffs, released the bindings and despite her fighting as best an elderly arthritic lady could, she was soon attached to rings on the wall, and detached from the chain her arms spread like a crucifixion. Celia had attempted to assist her companion, but the chain and the collar had meant it was in vain, she just could not reach, even with her best kick. Oliver was taking no. Horace was grinning shamelessly like the cat that ate the canary. "Don't stop now, Miss Mandy" he croaked.Well, if Horace didn't mind then I didn't either. After all, I had professional detachment. So I pulled back the sheet and started soaping up Horace's long-forgotten cock and balls. I wrapped the sponge around his liver-spotted penis and soaped it up and down. I wondered if it was still fully functional, then discovered the answer when Horace suddenly groaned, tensed, and then shot a load.