I had on a stocking hat and leather gloves. My boots were ankle high and sufficient for the purpose. I had two pair of wool socks in my bag and one pa...r on my feet. The temperature was near forty but promised to reach the twenties after midnight.Once behind a clump of trees I paused to catch my breath, then took my time to walk down to the creek. There were springs and mires all along the shore. My path kept me far enough back to stay out of the muck as I made my way down the creek.Once across. “Oh come on Charles, she is just a whore for fuck sake, just a whore!” The other whined.She held my hand, and squeezed it tightly. The bruising to her eye, now a vivid blue. “And not a very good one, she couldn’t get my cock hard, I mean what short of whore can’t do that,” the whiner continued. “She is my whore, my property. You’ve damaged it, you little bastard!” Charles said.“And we can………pay?”“Your not here because I want your money, you’re here to be punished, as an example to others.. As he laid towels onto the bed so we don't leave any mess on the sheets for her to find later, I began to undress & was soon naked standing proud with my cock rock hard. As I turned around to face the door he appeared though the door & slipped out of his dressing gown to show me that aging body which I just adore, everything pointing downwards. . man tits, flabby body from where he lost lots of weight & a shrinking cock but with the right manhandling will not only get hard but ooze cum as. And, worst case scenario, I could deny, deny, deny. I could possibly get my roommate to cover my ass and say it was him on my computer fucking around in the chat rooms. That wasn’t uncommon, nonetheless, that was my story and I was sticking to it. “Hmm...I would do anything is a pretty bold statement to make to a lonely house wife, Scott...think you could handle it?”“You name it, and it’s done. No questions asked” I responded. Innocent reply, but yet, open ended enough that she could take it.