Now, suddenly I’m an old man; not in years so much, but I’m on the downhill slide. I’m facing the beginning of the end, that’s a fact. This is...’t your cross to bear.”“Bullshit!” She almost spat the word out, glaring up at him. “It’s all bullshit and you know it. People have had worse happen than you did at younger ages and have lived long and happy lives. I’ve been feeling sorry for you? Seems like you’ve been feeling sorry enough for yourself, you don’t need any sympathy from me.”“Hey, you. I need all of you in me”. She wondered at her words as she heard herself urging him to fuck her ass. She could not get enough of his amazing cock, feeling every bit that penetrated her. They fucked and fucked. Then the moment of orgasm arrived. The moment which she always feared that the promise shall not be fulfilled. He was back in her after the delivery of the load. Carol’s orgasm exploded from her and she felt her juices running everywhere from her gapping, empty cunt. He was still fucking. While it is looking at the sheets in front of it, Sir takes a whip and whips slave’s back at a regular pace, to entice its creativity, while seating on the couch close to the table. slave mathieu focuses on the business plan presented to it and tries to give Sir the best advices it can think of. So goes the afternoon under 5:00pm, when both Sir and Lady summon Their slaves to prepare for the diner, where some friends are to come from 7:30pm and everything has to be ready. Both slaves meet back. I'm 32 and Steve was 39. He was pretty good looking and we got on like a house on fire. Of course he was married to a lovely wife. When we got the bed sorted Steve sat back down on the sofa bed and dozed off. I said "Steve, wouldn't it be best if you got those clothes off." Not meaning anything by it but we were both soaked in beer having done some drinking dares earlier on in the day. He groaned and said "I can't get up." Helping him up off the sofa I took his shirt off for him. Revealing a.