It was an impossible scene, more impossible still as the old man seemed to be covered entirely in chain… heavy, rusted links covered with glistening...blood, blood dripping with malevolent release and falling not to the ground but up into the sky. His head was down, his pace steady, and as he grew near she could just make out parts of his face, then only the faintest sliver of the old man’s eyes. There was no mistaking his direction, either: he was walking right toward her – no deviation, no. He considered freeing himself of the ridiculous lingerie but his nervefailed him a little. Besides, if he did take off the underclothes thenwhen Grace or Trudy, or both came to supervise getting him dressed againhe'd have nothing to hide his sex, or the stupid budding breasts he wasincreasingly self conscious about. Concealment in pathetic lace andnylon was marginally preferable to voluntarily exposing himself to thosewomen.Time past, and they were obviously intending to let him "stew" a. A cock that I imagined you could actually enjoy having in your mouth. A tear of pre-cum appeared from the eye, and I watched, totally captivated as he gathered the fluid on his middle finger and smeared it around the shiny pink head, gently tracing a line around the swollen ridged glans at the edge. My eyes nervously danced between the back of his head, the screen of his laptop, and his cock. Time was frozen at that the moment as I stood there, the unwelcome guest. On the screen, the young. "Ava interrupted Ellie."I know you're good, Ellie. I know that. But this guy..." I can handle him, I know I can," Ellie was quick to say, perhaps to quick."All right," Ava replied. "Here's the address. Remember, if things get out of hand, leave. I won't hold it against you. This guy might be all right. But he might be dangerous. I had a guy like him once, years ago. He killed the girl and got away with it. The cops never even talked to him about the murder." Jeez," Ellie said. "Didn't even talk.