"I told him, "Thank you Master, that would be very nice of you." I hopedhe didn't mean I would be drinking urine, but something alcoholic. Irealized I...hadn't had a drink in over a week now. I used to drink everyday, but I knew a lot of things I used to do as a free man would changenow that they owned me.Supper was perfect, I had cooked steaks on the grill, made bakedpotatoes, creamed peas, a salad and dinner rolls. For desert, we had someof the chocolate cake. They let me eat with them and. I nodded to the guy and they finished their pints off then got up and went outside....we followed them for a few minutes until we came to some some small woods then along a path into a little clearing that thank God, was well away from the road.I started to kiss her and they all came over and put their hands all over her lovely body, I stood back and told them she loves her clit to be rubbed through her tiny, white g-string, By now they had taken her jacket and tight blouse off and pulled up. As I moved my head closer to his cock, he let out a husky half-whisper, “Fuck!”Never having sucked on a cock, I didn’t know what to expect, but I did have an idea about how I wanted to suck his. I opened my mouth and put my lips around his cock head. At first I just sucked on it and rubbed my tongue up down on the bottom side of his cock. Then slowly I started moving my head up and down, each time taking a little bit more of his cock into my mouth. I reached the base but wanted more. I then. Nothing unusual in that you might think but there is a twist at the end. If any of you read my first story ‘Lessons in Life’ you will know that I have always had a thing for women much older than myself. This story starts from 30 odd years later.One day I was driving from Manchester to London and I decided to stop off in Birmingham, where I was born. Once there I remembered an old friend’s mother called Jean and I knew that all her k**s had flown the roost so there was a good chance she would.