That was what passed as a shower — well, why not? No need for modesty. The water was not as cold as he might have expected, but it was not particula...ly warm. No towels. No clothes, either. He went inside a barnlike structure they were using as the staging area, wet and naked. Someone handed him a cup of coffee. Everyone else was sitting on picnic tables scattered in a rough semicircle. He looked for a spot without too many splinters, and sat down, gingerly. His butt was sore, his throat was. I tell him that he is a dirty old man, and he says, yep, and this dirty old man is going to make you bleed and scream for mercy. I said, bring it on needle dick, and don’t know where that came from. He stands up and turns around and bends over and spreads his ass cheeks and says lick my ass for a while and then see if you can stick your arm all the way up there again. I eagerly start licking up and down, and playing with his huge hanging balls, and start stroking his cock the best I could. I. "I sat down on the couch, Kelly's two captive friends struggling and mewling at my feet. Kelly was evidently quite proficient in her use of ropes. Neither of the girls showed much sign of being able to get free.True to her word, Kelly didn't take long. She emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. She sat down on the couch alongside me."I didn't have you down for doing the tying," I said."It's not ideal," said Kelly. "We take turns." Brianna and Sue looked distressed that Kelly was. She gasped loudly when she came up for air. She drooled so much saliva down her chin so that it dripped on her chest and slid down her flat stomach. The gagging and grunting sounded almost like a rooting hog. It wasn't romantic, but then this wasn't about romance. It was obvious she wasn't trying to prolong my pleasure. There was no teasing me and then backing off. Abby was hell-bent on sucking me off as fast as she possibly could. Maybe she figured this old man wouldn't be able to get it up.