He jokingly asked me if I would be able to keep up with them both. I told him not to worry Kayla was safe. He looked me in the eye and told me to fuck...her silly. He would return the favor with Mary sometime soon. On the ride up to the mountains the two girls were telling stories and laughing and joking. At one point Kayla asked Mary if she had told me about their experiences together. I perked up a bit and Mary got real quiet and shy. Kayla was amazed that Mary hadn't told me. Finally she said. I’m going to make sure of it.”All the while she was scolding me, she was stretching and throwing a few practice kicks and punches. Mistress has long legs and is extremely limber. A couple of her warmup punches whistled across the front of my face, but didn’t land. I was yelling through the penis gag, but the muffled cries fell on deaf ears. She started out with a roundhouse kick to my left k**ney area which would have brought me to my knees had I not have support from the chains that hung. It was only her face but my first thoughts were "Fuck, she's pretty for a granny". She was a brunette with short hair; about 50, and as I say; pretty.I said yes.It was in London. I lived in the south and she was in Hammersmith in the north west. Long Tube journey. We arrived with beers and we all started drinking. Strangely, she was as pretty as her profile picture. No problem there. She also had big tits and a small frame. I was close to falling in love. Rob says to her "So you've seen pics of. He sticks out his tongue and waits. He hears a grunt, but it seems to take forever before anything happens. A grunt and... nothing. A blank orgasm, a bad dream. For seconds, long, stretching seconds, nothing happens. It's silent in the room, now. The grunt, the man stroking himself to climax, milking out his cum, this is happening, nothing is happening, his mind is blank. His waiting body is in a state of ecstasy. And it happened. Through the absolute darkness, the warm head of a cock touched.