It was a Monday morning in August, the day after her fifty-second birthday, and there was absolutely no reason why she had to get up and start her day... After all, her divorce had made her independently wealthy, she had no appointments today, and she had only come back from her birthday party at two in the morning. After a few minutes lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her face and neck, guilt about sleeping in and the curiosity about the mail that was lying on the floor. ‘You mean he was rubbing your g-spot?’ John asked, but then could tell from the look I gave him that I didn’t know what that meant. ‘You don’t know what your g-spot is, Claire?’ I didn’t answer, I just looked away. ‘Sorry, I’m not trying to embarrass you,’ he said, feeling bad, ‘it’s just not normal for a girl to not know about her own vagina.’ ‘John, I’ve never even masturbated before, how am I supposed to know what’s happening to inside me or where things are. Come on, teach me or something.. I gasped at the thought, butCandace held my legs back with a strength I couldn't match, and I felther member slip inside my bunghole. I felt like I was going to be splitapart- there was no way that would fit in my poor little hole! But shekept the pressure on, gripping my cock in her hand like a handle to helpher thrust deeper and deeper. I felt a kind of 'pop' followed by thetip of her cock touching a button inside me that made my head explode. Ilet out a wail as I spooged all over myself. . I fetched another pitcher of water from upstairs and returned. I held the pitcher to her face and let her drink and then I poured what was left down her back. It was pretty cold in that cellar. She shivered and gooseflesh appeared on her arms and legs.I found another iron spike, drove it into the wall six inches higher and lifted her up to it. Now her feet did not come close to touching the ground and I wondered how long it would be before her shoulders were dislocated.Five minutes of that and.