.. oh yes, Mistress Jenny.” She flicked her whip again, as she stood close to him, her cunt expressed invitingly in the damp patch at her crotch, ma...ing his balls tingle incessantly in need of a spend under the whip he knew he’d earn one way or the other.“Lick that saddle clean ... now!” Chester took furtive sniffs at the blend of leather and spices, applying his tongue lovingly to it, Jenny enjoying watching him devour the salty tastes, when the bell rang. She wasn’t going to let the intrusion. A lot of sex. And most of it had been with three different older guys who lived in our apartment building in the city. Jake was an accountant who lived with his new wife in apartment 4C. Murray lived with and looked after his elderly mother in 6b and old Mr Adams lived alone in 3a. I really had had a good thing going there. I’d usually meet up with them in the laundry room, then we’d sneak into one of the maintenance rooms in the basement. They all knew I was doing the others, and none of them. Surprisingly, the slight stinging sensation on her tit-flesh, was erotic. She felt it deep inside her pussy, where the old man’s cock head was scraping. “Ohhhh! Yeah! Slap my titties, Pee Paw. That feels really good.” She moaned. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Alternating from tit to tit he enthusiastically. Each slap sent sensations throughout her writhing body. She arched her back and frantically bounced her ass up and down. Gramps's cock was scratching her persistent itch. Her movements became. "Just promise me you'll never shut me out again." She hugged him. "I promise," she said quietly. "I'll never shut you out again, Chahlie. Never, never, never." He embraced her, and they kissed. He sighed. A very old wound had finally had the poison drawn from it, and now it could heal. Perhaps it was healed already. His hand was in her shorts. He caressed her there, and moved to kiss her throat. She lifted her chin for it, and he pulled her shirt aside with his other hand and began to kiss her.