I knew the playtime was over and I had to remove the hose or my little bottom (that's what my mother called my pussy, my "bottom"), would be blasted ...nto infinity. The pleasurable sensations could not be sustained directly on the "mystery place" once it went past a certain point. How odd. I would think and wonder about that for quite awhile. For several years actually. Feeling completely drained, sapped of energy, my legs hardly able to hold me up, I staggered over to the hose spigot and. Somehow I steered the conversation round to sex and she said “John hasn’t shown any interest for years” she looked glum as she said it.“That’s a shame” I replied as I looked at her she wasn’t too bad looking for her age, “Do you know how old I am” she said “No” “Well I’m 72” “Well you don’t look it” I replied, she smiled again. As the discussion moved on she let it slip that she liked ‘rough sex’ I said “What do you mean” and she said “The rougher the better” and I said “Exactly how rough” and. She gaily told me how much she loved us shopping together.From my side it wasn’t so bad, she held hands or tucked her arm in mine all the time, chatting away about the relative appropriateness of each present we bought, and asking my advice! All presents were to be from both of us, a sign we were now firmly a couple.It brought up the whole question of our families. We had both returned to our home town to work here, and so our families were local, indeed both were walking distance from my flat.. . Like that ... Work those balls, sissy ... Show your new Master what a sweet little bitch you are."I groaned at his words, knowing they were as much for my parents' benefit as mine. My body shivered and I was glad to have my face buried against Eric's crotch. I wouldn't have dared looked at my mom or dad right then. I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated, knowing my father watched helplessly as his only son suckled eagerly on the balls of a powerful black man. It seemed like a terrible betrayal.