Henry found himself looking forward to her weekly visits, which now often ran four, sometimes as much as five hours. His place was looking about as go...d as it ever had, too. Carmen even changed the bedding in his spare bedroom, even though no one ever used it. One day she asked him about the stool he kept in the shower. Henry had a plastic stool in there, he had to take both legs off to bathe, then after he had to dry himself carefully since he didn’t want to get his leg’s boots wet. It was. “How about you?” she asked.“Oh, yes,” he said. “Like a log.” He smiled at her again.“Need more coffee?” she asked, getting up.“Oh, uh…sure,” he said. “Black.”“Black. Got it,” she said and pranced over to the kitchen.“Is she hero-worshiping you?” Sheri asked as she came over and sat in the chair that Uncle Paul had used.“What?” Cain asked, startled. He realized that he had been watching Ellie’s butt as she crossed the room.“Oh, you mean for saving you,” he said, then laughed a strange,. She fingered the hairs on the back of his neck. Jeffery moaned and put his cock as deep as it would go, pressing pubic bone to pubic bone. He strained an upward arc into his back and exhaled long and loud as he sprayed his cum into Greta. After a few whole body quivers, he collapsed on her. Greta waited patiently for Jeffery to feel strong enough to lift and look at her face. He smiled and pecked her lips, raising his hips, extracting himself. He rolled over on his back and put an arm over his. But was that the only reason? Was it possible he now wanted to please her and that he'd embraced this life of sexual slavery? Could this really be... what he wanted?James snapped back to reality as he felt her cum pouring down his throat once again. She held his head in a vice grip, completely impaled on her cock as she fired several more globs of warm jizm into his belly. He could feel her giant balls tightening and draining below his chin until finally she released his head and James.