"Hermine stroked my clitty till it got hard for the first time in ages."The catheter will go all the way to your bladder not just into yourclitty like...the one in the chastity. I do hope it weakens your bladdermuscles so they forget what they are used for. Then we can potty trainyou again like a little girl. Or maybe just leave you in diapers all thetime."She stood behind me as she stroked me and whispered into my ear.Stroking me harder as she nibbled my earlobe and played with my sissyeggs.. It was a Saturday afternoon; the offices had closed at mid-day and SC and I were sitting in the coffee shop of a large hotel (our office used to work six and a half days a week). The time was rather unusual since we mostly met in the evenings on weekdays.On an impulse I excused myself, went to the hotel reception and asked for a room. I was lucky; a room was available, perhaps because it was a weekend. I pocketed the key and walked back to the coffee shop.“Look SC, enough is enough. I will go. ”I was sort of stunned. This was the thing that older man’s fantasies are made of. My pecker showed its interest. Tara noticed, laughing, “Well, somebody likes the idea!” She reached out for it. I was a goner.We fucked on the beach. Damn, it was good. I felt thirty years younger and she obviously had a good time. Those titties were a delightful hand and mouthful.She even got me hard again for a long screw with a weak cum shot before we went back to the house.After she saw me return from church. Hmmm, I wondered where the girls had disappeared to.After grabbing a beach towel from the downstairs linen closet, I made my way out the back intending to do my laps. I heard the quiet moan before I saw them; I instinctively stopped and then crept forward as stealthily as I could. That moan had triggered my curiosity. It sounded sexual; I needed to see what was going on. Peeking my head around the latticework that partially enclosed our hot tub for privacy, I saw a sight that made my eyes pop.