Maud and Harold was one such couple. As Maud told me on the phone, they were in their late sixties and she was finding it increasingly difficult to ge... Harold to give her ‘ a good seeing to’ and she had found magazines specialising in men who liked to watch their wives being fucked by other men. That had made her upset and angry but also, she added, curious. Arthur, can you help us? I asked outright if she wanted me to fuck her in front of him or just come round for a chat.‘Oh no, I want you to. After were done, and were coming to an end, you ask me for a payment that is just too much money and I don’t have that kind of cash right now I say to you. You look at my dick for a second, so I say...let’s make a deal. Right then I pull my dick out and your eyes are glued to how swollen it is...you stare at it for a few seconds before you walk over and kneel down and start sucking my dick. You tell me you haven’t been fucked in a while and you’re craving a young cock to fill your pussy up. You. There was a pause.“Ah, this has to do with your last visit. You sat under the helmet.” It was a statement, not a question.“No!” I answered. I hadn’t. but then, not being sure, I looked to Wind Song, “Did I?”She nodded.“How long,” I asked.To which Wind Song replied, “One-hundred-ninety-three seconds.”Just over three minutes, and I remembered none of it.“You said it was a teaching machine. What did it teach me?”Wind Song replied, “It was more than a simple teaching device. It had many functions.. This disgusting, Viking-like bastard was going to have his way with her whether she liked it or not, and she had no choice but to withdraw into her own mind and pray that he didn’t injure her too badly in the process. The brute seemed about to take his pleasure, but then, inexplicably, he stopped for a moment, seemingly remembering something. With an exasperated frown, he shoved his huge fingers inside the entrance of her tight, wet vagina, expertly feeling for a hymen. Finding none, he grinned.