“No, I sent the senile old biddy they sent me away,” he grumbled.“What about your family?” Bette persisted.He laughed roughly and then coughed...several times. “My granddaughter would put a pillow over my face and help me die if she knew I was this sick,” he spat out. “She has been waiting for me to die for years. I put her and her useless husband in charge of looking after my properties and what do they do, spend my money and let them go to rack and ruin.”“My bank manager said they wanted to. He ordered me back down on the mat, then he straddled me, began jerking off, and forced his cock into my mouth. He facefucked me until he came in an explosive orgasm, and made me swallow the cum. When he was finished, he said he was going to take a little while to rest, and that he wanted me go to the bathroom, clean myself up, and then wait for him in the bedroom. He told me to remain naked until he came back. When he came in about an hour or so later, he was hard again. He mounted me, pulled. C. Most of the conversation that evening centered on Bob putting us into orbit, and about Bob and Sharna in general.I was up early the next morning and headed to the kitchen for my morning coffee. Asal and Shelia were there ahead of me so I joined them at the kitchen table; Dorri and Tara were toasting bread and frying bacon for breakfast. Asal gave me a pointed look and told me that while Clara and I had been talking with Lyle last night, she and Shelia had been talking about Shelia’s job back. The door to the dressing room was open and I could see him packing his stuff. I walked in, closing the door behind me and told him his taxi was here, and it was time to say goodbye. He opened his arms and told me to give him a hug, said it had been lovely working with me. I moved in to hug him, a normal kind of manly hug, but the hug lasted a little too long, I didn’t break it and neither did he. I could feel his hand stroking my back and I leaned back, looking him in the eye. Then I just leant.