I had not seen her for over 7 years. I approached her and at first she had not recognized me right away but very soon we were both pleasantly reunited... The last time I had seen her I was about 14 and reliant on my parents to drive there to see Grandma. Grandma was obviously older than I last saw and a little chubbier and her hair was grey as well, but she had a rather smooth skin still and she dressed younger than her 75 years. She wore slacks and a floral blouse and prescription sunglasses. I. Then she turned around so that I could see her taut back and dropped the other strap. She turned back facing the camera. One cup of the bra was lowered. “Is this what you want to see, Ronnie?” Nancy squeezed one hard nipple. My cock was hardening. I peeled off my shorts. I was not wearing underwear in anticipation of exactly what was happening. I began to stroke. My camera was on my face. “I want to see you stroke that man-meat, Ronnie. Position the camera so I can see your cock.” By this time,. "You want a taste of this?" Uncle Tony motioned, pulling the boxer short material even further up. His thick tool peaked out even more. "Yes, please," I replied, putting my beer down. Uncle Tony took another drag off his cigar and without speaking, motioned with his head for me to come over. I knelt down at his feet and gazed at what was in front of me. His thick thighs were spread and covered in fur, not as thick as on his abdomen and chest, but still impressive. I rubbed both my hands slowly. They pulled out the needles and untied me. they let me stand on my very painfull feet. They dragged me to the elektrical hoist and hanged me from my wrists. Pulled me off the floor and placed a plate with nails on the floor. With the sharp points upward and lowered me on it... They tied my feet so that i could not get off the plate and i had to stand on the needles. I cried of pain when my full weight was on the nails. Then they gave me a full body whipping with he singletail and the bullwhip.