My eyes watched as my hands reached down and grasped his organ of immense desire.“Is this what you’ve longed for all of these tortured years?” I...asked as I stared back into his sadly deep-set eyes. My hands were full of his heavy growing lust, so soft as though it was silk, so strong as though it was designed of a fleshy oaken wood, so warm to hold, bringing me a demand to experience him. He gently took hold of my shoulders and laid me back slowly onto the table. I turned to the window mirror,. .. yes daddy fuck me hard daddy."I heard him clear his throat and I stopped and opened my eyes and pretended to be startled. He looked uncomfortable, his grey eyes confused, he was running a hand through his soft salt and pepper coloured hair. I didn't miss the fact that his cock growing inside his pants and I smiled to myself."Jessica honey .. um I - uh." He clearly didn't know what to say, I took the lead and got up.I walked to the door slowly, proud of how fine I looked naked and closed it,. He pulled behind some bushes where he couldn’t be seen from the street. But I could see him from my window. And he reacted the same way I was reacting. He was watching them. And his shorts were unzipped and his dong was out and he was stroking himself off. Clearly Larry was a good neighbor for Stan. No way he was going to report Stan if Stan gave him entertainment value like this.Travis pulled away from the cock he was sucking and rose up from his knees. He did so, only, to move on to a fuck.. Slowly, methodically over the next fifteen minutes I apply the cane to your naked flesh, taking long delicious pauses between some strokes so you may suffer the anticipation. I add more weight to the sack tied to your balls. Sometimes a stroke is followed rapidly with a second stinger. You twist and hump your hips off the bondage swing at each slash of the cane and you moan and cry at each blow but you express not one human word. My good, dumb beast, suffering wordlessly to provide hot, wet.