My Grandfather was never a touchy-feely kinda guy. He was more likely to hit you than hug you in the best of times. That day, I hugged him and he hugg...d me back. He abruptly let me go and straightened his shoulders. I recognized the gesture immediately; I did the same thing when I was too close to an emotion I didn't want to let out. I stepped back and took a breath. "Goodnight, Sir."As I opened the door to leave, he called out, "Don't be late in the mornin', hear?"She needs someone here, he. . and the cynical cheering and shrieking of the feminine audience was deafening as that cock spurted its surrender to the dominance of womanhood, sending loop after loop of cream to the air in defeat.His final orgasm was intense indeed, the more than generous expulsion of hot seed from his balls, generated by the blissful sense of submission, masochism, and sweet humiliation he was totally immersed in, being milked before death by a woman who’d overpowered him completely in more than one sense,. Then tell you to wipe your pussy and ass clean and when you come back out I put on you a pair of leather cuffs on to your wrists and ankles and a leather collar and leash on you. Then I lead you out of the door back into the club and ask you what do you want to do first.And you say that you want to go and pull a fit sexy woman and then go in to the toy area with her and me. Which makes me smile so I lead you around the main area where there are people naked and in rubber and leather chatting. Thursday In the morning I showered and dressed for work, went down to the kitchen not knowing if I should take her tea as normal or wait. The decision was taken from me when she appeared in the doorway, she was wearing a long, black silk nightdress and looked utterly gorgeous although I thought her eyes looked a little puffy as I knew mine were. ‘Get the diary.’ I went to the hall and got our diary from its drawer and carried it back to the kitchen where she was now sitting at the table. ‘Now,.