Few words were spoken; mostly it was just a lot of primal sounds. As he watched, emotionless, but barely taking time to blink, he thought what he was ...eeing wasn't bothering him. That thought was soon proven wrong when he had to pause the image to dry his eyes.Once he forced himself back into control, Bill watched for another couple of minutes before the still nameless man on screen in front of him froze in an obvious climax. He watched as his wife began to move herself back and forth, trying. She was in early sixties. She helped me with the yard work and flirted with me the whole time. When we were all done she gave me some money and asked if I could help her something else. I said fine and she took me to the living room. We sat on the couch and she rubbed her hand on my leg. She told me that she had been with a man in three years. She said every body dis likes her because she is mean. As she talked her hand went to my cock and it got hard. She asked me if I would fuck her. She said. I kissed his shoulders and his arms, strong and hard. Than I moved my tongue over his nipples and his moved down to his smooth chest. He had very smooth chest and it felt I was touching some stone statue. I kissed and caressed his stomach; he had a six pack, so hard and every muscle flexing. My hands were moving on his strong thighs, and I could his muscles bulge out from his thighs. His hard on was now rubbing on my neck. He smelled real great and musky, and real clean. I looked up at him and. “This is going to be really hard.” She sighed. “But yes, ma’am. I understand.”“And one more thing. When you go to school tomorrow, you will wear a short skirt – and no panties.”Her eyes flashed up at me, “I can’t do that…”I leaned forward, invading her personal space. She stopped. “You can’t do that?” I said.Then I straightened up. “Okay, here’s the way it’s going to be. You can be involved with us, but only so long as you obey whatever orders we give you. You are completely free to opt out at.