During the first two weeks that she lived there we became very well acquainted. She was nice and quite talkative. I could not believe that her husband...had left her. Johnnie was perfect in my eyes.Johnnie was thirty-five years old and had a fifteen-year-old son that lived with her ex-husband. At sixty, she seemed almost like a daughter to me.In that first two weeks she helped me in my garden and I barbecued dinner for us each night. I liked watching her in her tight little shorts and her. Well sexy.He was more relaxed now and he even got naked. We both sat there wankingourselves off. We sat there looking at how we wanked ourselves off. Mymate's Dad was gently stroking the head of his dick with his thumb andforefinger. I was using my thumb and three fingers."Do you do this, Mr Roberts?"And I rubbed my dick against my flat belly. I rolled my hard dick back andtoo across my belly. My mate's Dad said I was a proper sexy boy."Right," I said. "Let's get down to why we're really. " To stand on my head?"I shook my head."To rob a bank?" No." What then?" He kissed my left hand. "What do you want?"I bit my lip."If you don't tell me in the next five seconds, I'm leaving and will call everything off until you're twenty-one."He held up his hand and was down to three fingers when I blurted, "I want you to make love to me, Senor." Gracious, Little One," he responded, kissing my cheek. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Yes." I shook my head. "No."Chuckling, he pulled me to my feet. ”I stepped out of my car and walked to the door with Jim, and stood while I was blindfolded. No turning back now, I told myself. We entered and I was guided upstairs and into a room, unable to see so unsure what or who was there. In the room I was told to get undressed. I was led to the center and told to kneel. I felt a platform type of structure in front of me. It was large and covered in a soft blanket type of material. My hands were pulled and I was stretched over this object. Then my hands.