This is a story from my own horny imagination. There is no sex in this story but later installments will hopefully give you all a nice hard on. Hope y...u enjoy.No matter which way you look at it, there must be lots of 60 plus women who actually like and enjoy sex. But for whatever reason they are either: afraid to admit to enjoying it or they think they are not attractive to anyone. I suspect it is the latter. Which is the reason I set out to change that for ever.I placed ads on various date. She rested a hand on Diana's breast and started rubbing. The palm of her hand felt the nipple under it spring to attention and Diana's breathing became faster. The Director cocked her upper leg up at the knee to give greater access to her pussy and Diana immediately reached for it as her mouth closed in on the Director's lips. Her fingertip was making circles around the clit as their lips came together. The Director pinched Diana's nipple as her lips parted and Diana thrust her tongue into her. She even was getting used to being pulled to a another apartment or if in the dunes pulled to the sand –a cock or cunt would be pushed to her lips suck or lick the instruction would be barked at her – the next her cunt would be penetrated as a cock would slide deep into her cunt.Though the day which will stay in her mind until she gets to meet her maker – she was walking back from the water where she been having a swim when two girls pulled her to the ground – her face was pushed into a 18 year. “Play with the other one!” he instructed.He rolled down the window on the passenger side. He could feel me recoil at the thought others would see.“Who do you belong to? He quizzed pinching my nipple.“This slut belongs to you” I replied.Then he placed his hand between my legs.“Whose pussy is this?” he quizzed again.“Yours Master!” I answered.“Remember that,” he said, “So I will do whatever I see fit to do with my property!”That was it, when I gave myself to him I had become his property. I had.