”“Until Grandad fucked you… that must have changed things.”“We’ve told you how that came about, l was getting an appetite for wild sex and...we had been talking so much about me going with other men.”“Did Grandad fuck you again after that first time?”“Not straight away no,” she replied, using the tip of her finger to lift a bead of precum from the eye of his cock and transfer it to her mouth. “When Grandma became very ill, Grandad took time off from the company to look after her, that meant that. He promised that he would leave any time I wanted. So we went to bed. We didn't have sex. We just got naked and spooned until we went to sleep.When we woke up, however, we were both ready for some breakfast sex. We had a quick and very pleasurable fuck and then rushed to the bathroom. I tried to get to the toilet before I wet myself but Jerry stopped me and pulled me into the shower. I tried to tell him I had to pee but he just smiled and said he did too.As soon as we were in the shower he. Next came some sort of burning liquid. As the maid's bladder was pumped full she wriggled her pelvis trying to accommodate the mounting pain. Once done the whip mistress capped off the catheter and left it dangling. Then she attached a weight to it, pulling against the ballon inside of Trenka's bladder. As the girl lay there in pain Jennifer watched as more clamps and weights were attached to the poor girls labia. Muffled cries told of the pain.A dildo holding belt complete with a large. From her occasional moans, one could easily tell my seductive spouse was really enjoying this massage. He kept looking over at me, wanting me to confirm that I was OK with all this. I just kept on smiling and nodding my head. He finished her legs and worked on her arms. A few minutes later, he stopped and announced that he was all finished. With feigned innocence my wife asked: ‘But what about my breasts?’ He looked at me and didn’t know what to say or do. I just smiled, nodded. He squirted.