Dawn was creeping up. I had been dreading this. The doors swung open, and the ladies were there with their batons in their hands.?Alright, whities, ...ere?s how it is going to be. I want every swinging dick of you facing the center while on your knees.?We all shuffled as best we could, the arrangement of our cocks and handcuffs preventing too good of a job of this.?By the count of three, I want to see every last one of you pissing in the hands of the man behind you. Cup your hands, pigs. . "Where on you?" You can start with my shoulders and back, and then wherever you want."She liked the idea. So I turned around and she started on my shoulders and moved her way down my back to may ass, where she spend some more time."Turn around," she told me.I do as I'm told and she starts at my chest and moved down. She avoided my crotch, but then brushed against my dick. She got more daring and grabbed it. She slowly jerked me. I leaned in and kissed her. She was a bit surprised, but after a. Oh Great”, I exclaimed in reaction to my horny wife’s candid confession. And I was quite thrilled about it also. “Everything is all right. It will be great if dadu comes forward to helping you out. But he is now 76, or on his way to be an octogenarian in a few years. Can he now procreate a child in your womb? I commented. She laughed, and said, “I have full confidence in him. There are so many cases, I heard, in which a septuagenarian or octogenarian man fathered children. Why don’t we try him. I nodded and he took me by my hand and lead me to the living room, where we sat down on the sofa. "Sex should never, ever hurt. Well, not the bad kind. Pain can give pleasure, but I think you should first feel that sex can make you feel so alive. Let me do all the work. I promise I won't hurt you, and you can tell me to stop whenever you want to." And then he kissed me, slowly, languidly. As if he had all the time in the world. I tensed slightly as I felt his hand on my ribcage, but I forced.