"Let me fetch you something to wear."He went into his wardrobe and chose one of his old poet shirts, it would make a good nightie for her as it was so...t. "Here, we'll put this on," he said and he gently helped her with it over her arms careful not to look at her breasts as she slipped it on."Thank you." She said.But then she became quite agitated and started crying."Where am I?"She felt panicky now and just wanted to jump off of the bed and run but her legs wouldn't move. She felt so confused.. As I eased her on to her back she voiced her protest“Stop please you must not do this, please don't do this,” She protested.“Do what?” I asked as I stood between her open legs.While as I rubbed the thick helmet head of my rod against her wetness she sobbed. “You can't do what you’re thinking, sir please!”While gazing at the dilated swollen lips of her sex the moist warmth very inviting to my hot flesh.“What am I, going to do to you?” I teased.“What you told me you would do to me sir,” Said the. Your cock shouldbe pointed in the right direction, but I'll hold it to be sure."I reluctantly followed his instructions, wincing as I felt his hand wraparound the outside of my cock cage. It was more than a little awkward tosquat down, and even worse to have him hold my cock. I tried to focus onpeeing, but nothing was happening. Looking up at me, he quizzed me."What's the matter?" I can't get it started." Well if you have to wait longer, you can sweep off my front porch andwalk until you're. As you cross your leopard hosed legs…take a drag of your cigarette and wink at him. Part of me is torn as I would like to have him watch…but I reach into his hand…place a large tip…and say ‘maybe next time’…as I walk him back to the door…noticing he has an incredible erection. I walk back to the couch…take the cigarette from your finger tips…put it out in the ashtray…..tip your cheek a little upward with my finger…and lean down for a slow and erotic deep french kiss. I then sit down next to.