The first Sunday she showed up at the nursing home she was told to strip and visit the ten male residents of the home. The first one she visited had h...r bend over his bed and he pushed into her cunt. He pounded her pussy until she orgasmed and he ejaculated. Then three others entered the room and they cuffed her to the bed. They each took a turn fucking her. Once they were done they pushed activated vibrating dildos into her vagina and anus. They left her cuffed to the bed with dildos in her. As I hovered over the boy on the bed, he murmured “Du bist zu gross—You’re too big,” to me again, which I ignored and then, as I reached down and then up to untie his ankles and wrists, he asked, in surprise, “Wir werden nicht wieder ficken?—We’re not going to fuck again?”He was a little poser. He wanted me to fuck him again. He wanted the additional 150 francs I’d mentioned. He also wanted my “too big” cock.“Yes, we’re going to fuck again, Hans,” I said, as I stood over him, opening the condom. I wanted to remind her that despite her being a clean cut elementary school teacher by day, she was an absolute fucktoy by night; my fucktoy.No, she wasn't my wife. And I wasn't her husband. Mrs. Palomini and I hailed from the same picturesque, affluent suburban town straight out of a 1960s sitcom, filled with manicured lawns, white picket fences and gas-guzzling minivans. We had the best school districts, the biggest houses and the most exclusive country clubs.My wife was a classic domestic. Driscoll. If there is even a hint of interference from you, either with my daughter or her plans to graduate early, you won't practice in California again, Sir. And you can take that as a threat or a warning, however you wish. Now go away and peddle your drugs someplace else."Driscoll looked like he was all set to assert his rights, then glanced over at the secretary and changed his mind. He walked away like any bully that had been shown up; all show and bluster.Daddy said, "I decided to pick.