Reaching behind me, I took hold of the old man’s stubby cock. It was really quite small, much smaller than Derek’s and really thin. My dainty hand...engulfed the entire shaft, leaving just the slimy head exposed.I moved the foreskin up and down, tugging on the stiff rod, pulling it this way and that, slapping it against my back, grazing the head against my buttocks. The old man loved it. His breath was hot and heavy on the side of my face, gasping and groaning as I toyed with his little cock. His. She swallowed the last load and passed out.The man walked over to me and we had a couple drinks and some coke, he told me he had tonnes of fun with her and would like to see her tomorrow. i asked him what he wanted to do, he said that after what he was going to do to her, she would either become a full time whore, or completely run away from it. i eagerly agreed. He left a few minutes later, i took my wife's clothes off and tucked her in, she looked like such a used up whore, her makeup was. Now shetreated me with utter contempt, Name calling, ugly terms like sissy, andshe expected me to be her bloody slave, and that hurt. The only reasonshe supported Nathalie's development was for her own manipulations.She hadn't returned from her rendezvous with Terry her lover and when Ilooked at the clock it was after midnight, I wondered whether she wasgoing to even bother coming home. Maybe it would be better if she didn't.I showered stripping off the last remnants of Nathalie in preparation. She felt a tiny sting of pain as he snapped it shut. And everything faded away. The tiny hiss of the injector pumping the drug into her bloodstream melded into a warm, rushing whoosh of pleasure, the sound of the blood flowing through her veins amplified until it drowned everything else out. She felt each vein, each blood vessel, each tiny capillary as it was touched by a tingle of pleasure, and the pleasure only increased until every cell of her body was alive with it. Marie felt aware of her.