He was getting on in years and had never done anything to keep the place looking nice. His son wanted to take it over, but the old man was being stubb...rn, even though it was on the verge of bankruptcy.The son had approached my group when he heard about the charity work they were doing. Bill had taken over, not thinking a charity donation would do the job, only providing money for it to stay open for just a while longer, not doing anything to improve the facilities, he didn’t think the owner. The huge shaft began its inexorable journey into my wife’s soft, sweet, pale, slender body again. It clearly still hurt but there was to be no going back now. Her continued discomfort was obvious, but she still made no objection, merely panting away the pain, her small breasts dangling down, rocking gently forwards and backwards as, with a slow, sawing motion, the mighty cock sank deeper and deeper into her.Finally, there was no more shaft to see; Turen had bottomed out inside my wife’s vagina.. I took her by the hand and started to walk towards him, what are you doing she said, just trust me I said, excuse me I said as I walked closer to him my wife wold love to suck your cock right here right now. I don't know who was more shocked him or her, they both blushed and she tried to pull away from me a little but I stood strong. This was a very little station and luckily very few people used it, I slipped her straps off her shoulders and pulled the top of her dress half way down her. Liz immediately stepped forward and squatted down. She looked up at my chest and took one of my nipples between her fingers. I jerked in surprise at the touch.My nipples are not naturally “perky” - blame genetics - so Liz had to pull and tweak it in order to get it firm enough that she could clamp it. My nipples ARE very sensitive, however; I tried to wriggle away from her touch, but it was a wasted effort thanks to the restraints.As I couldn’t see the clamp, I was totally unprepared for the.