I was watching him work it over his nice dick while I stroked myself. He turned and asked, "Would you like to try it?" I didn't know if he meant me ja...king him with the toy or me trying the Fleshlight, but either way sounded hot so I nodded. He pulled it off his cock with a little plop and leaned over. He took my cock in his mouth and got it wet with a few excellent strokes. I was a little disappointed when he replaced his mouth with the Fleshlight. But I didn't stay disappointed for long. He. I was sure I had turned it before I went to bed. I'd been working with a site that I'd found a couple of days earlier, 'yourperfectwoman.com' It was a great programme and I'd had a lot of fun with it. I was in my mid sixties, retired and divorced. Over the last couple of days I'd come up with some fantastic females. Tall, leggy blondes, brunettes, red heads, all in their late twenties or early thirties. I'd let my imagination run riot. Most of my creations were totally impractical. Perfect. After cleaning up the cum Katrina and I laid next to each other and started talking about bras as I started to play with my cock through my panties again. When Katrina mentioned what I liked so much about bras, I mentioned that filling the cups and feeling the support were the best parts. I love being able to fill bra cups and having a bra-loving busty goddess of a lady play with my boobs through the bra that I got hard and started stroking myself. She got so turned on by me stroking myself. Well, I'll let you go free if, and only if, you agree to become my slave for the week your mother is gone!" Your slave? And you promise you'll let me go free? OK, I'll do it," gushed Adriana with a look of relief. "Thank you, Officer Parks! Thank you so much!" Hold on a minute, Adriana," I said, "When I say you have to be my slave I'm not just talking about working for me. Have you ever thought what being a slavegirl might entail?" Adriana stared at me confused. I smiled and continued.