I was only 18 years old at the time and he was at about 55, or maybe even 60 years old, but he had the stamina of a bull. His hands were moving all ov...r my body and I felt like he owned me. His hands kept their firm grip from my waist as he fucked me even harder. At first his long cock hurt me as he rammed it so hard into me, that the head of his cock bottomed out in my vagina. His arms were strong and he pulled me by my hips against his hips as he forced me to take his cock completely deep. I didn't care at that moment if some of his neighbors might see me. I needed a good blow job, and a much needed 'draining' of weeks of pent up cum! They could conclude whatever they wanted to conclude as far as I was concerned. 'A stiff dick has no conscience', as the saying goes.The structure where Jack had installed the glory hole really wasn't a garage, as such. It was really more like a large work shop/shed. One end of it had been partitioned off, and where the door might have been, there. It was warm anyway, even in the shade. She was wearing her new weekend-alone bikini, a tiny little halter top and string. It showed off her sleek, lightly tanned butt to perfection and barely accommodated her latest mini landing strip. It utterly failed to disguise even the hint of a hardened nipple. As it happened, her nipples were very hard at the moment. She’d been reading through some very hot porn stories Ambrose had emailed to her some days before. He’d asked her to check them for. It wasn’t a matter of being harsh to them, but was instead just a quiet resolve to make sure that they did as they were instructed. As I became an adult, I found that I could direct the female servants, some of whom were married, to perform sexually for me, and they came to enjoy the good fucking that I gave them with my large cock. I eventually moved out of my parent’s home into an apartment and continued to fuck the women who came to clean my apartment. One of these ladies was married and.