I ambarefoot, and a hard plastic chastity device envelopes my cock, a smallbrass padlock preventing its removal. The cage does not allow me becomehard... and prevents me from playing with myself. i am not wearing anyunderwear. i carry a clear zip lock bag filled with the items you toldme to bring, my car keys, and the key to the small brass lock.i am surprised when a man opens the door, and i tell him i am here forour appointment. He smiles knowingly, and tells me that if i want infor the. But I dressed and went to work and triednot to think about it. While I was at work I began to feel ill and wentto the restroom where I discovered that, not only did I seem to bedeveloping breasts, but also my cock was shrinking. I made my excuse andwent to see my doctor. She was no help at all, assuming it was some typeof hormone imbalance and fobbing me off with a referral to a specialistfor some tests. I arrived home feeling like crap and went to bed.I had woken up like this the next day. I. You grabbed my cock playfully as I rolled over hiding it from view and presenting you with my ass. You picked up the oil and drizzled it from some height down my back, and into my crack. You pressed down on me, working the oil into my skin in a way that made me think you were intentionally making my cock grind into your bed. As your fingers worked the oil into the crack of my ass, you had me almost involuntarily humping your sheets. I was moaning quite loud, and you were enjoying the. I'm closer to seventy than sixty, and pretty knackered to boot.A few weeks ago, I was lounging around as usual, parked next to the drain I use for an ashtray, enjoying the sunshine. I always park in that spot, with my back to the cash machine (ATM), I can see what's going on there in the mirrors on my buggy, I keep an eye out as sometimes the oldies less able than me get fucked up, and I give them a hand. This particular day must have been a Friday or Saturday evening, as a young couple walked.