He was going to need to be alert all day with these two.Billy was watching Kat, she was fresh and smelling great from a recent shower. Himself smellin... like blood and puke. At least she'd conceded and promised to leave it in his hands, for now anyway. He'd have to tak her back, using Eddie's blindfold on her at least most of the way. Billy smiled, sure she'd be pissed off all over again. He liked watching her get all hot and bothered. Her face flushed and her eyes flashed. All well no hope for. What memories.There were others, the lady I met who was a secretary for a prof I had in college, she was fifty-three, then, and she also had me do some shots of her sister who was three years older. And, yes, the sex was both frequent and quite wonderful. Sometimes with them both.The oldest, so far, was the lady at a deli that I went to quite often for lunch when I was in college. Margaret Cashman was her name. She was sixty-seven and really quite nice looking. Her hair was a natural gray and. But she had to admit to herself that the pain had dulled to a low throbbing. She had told him he could do anything he wanted after all. Besides her shoulders were aching more than her tits at the moment. But before she could make another request the stranger had reached back into the bag. She watched as he withdrew another object with straps on it. Her eyes widened as she recognized the shape as a short stubby cock. He leered at her, "Time for your new gag, open wide slut."Jori sighed and. Put it on, and had a frightening thought: What if Mom refuses to allow me to testify in court? Could she actually DO that?I grabbed my cell phone and punched Mr. Andre’s speed-dial. I hope he doesn’t mind me calling him direct.He answered, “Good evening, Miss Deena. May I presume you already figured out the possibility of a custody issue?”I asked, “Mister Andre, you’re correct. I just now had the thought: Can Mom refuse to allow me to testify?”He said, “Potentially so, or maybe not, ma’am,.