Although retired, I am a part time volunteer in a charity shop working and interacting with a lot of nice old ladies, some still being interested in t...ings sexual. This is my story of two such ladies.ElsieShe was exactly my type. Nice and fat with a pleasant face and her lips were plump. Looking at her you would not think she was in anyway sexual. And like a lot of oldies in their early eighties, she wore simple shift dresses that hid their fat bellies.The rain had stopped customers coming and. The reason her head was being held up was so that the dildo affixed to the frame in front of her could slide easier down her throat. It was a big, black rubber thing, at least ten inches in length, one of many such toys that had probed her exposed orifices. She had long since learnt to suppress her gag reflex, hours of enforced deep-throat practice had taught her that. However her job was made harder by her bound arms, the hemp rope digging into the skin at elbow and wrist. The rope was tied to. On top of that I should wear a white shirt and a suit of my choice.So I got the meeting, it was a “sales” visit, at a company that would never hire my services, it was a perfect chance! All dressed up, with all black lingerie and my plug, on top of all that I was wearing a 2 piece suit and white shirt.It was no mystery I was wearing a kinky lingerie under the suit, I could see it all through my clothing. My friend said I looked perfect then she drove me to the company to make sure I was. But now I needed something more. Now I needed a man to take me and fuck me hard. Still, this was pleasant and I enjoyed it. I followed his lead and as Corey started to cum I faked an orgasm for him. I didn't want him to think that I hadn't enjoyed it. I had. It had been very nice. It just wasn't what I needed right then.Like TJ before him, Corey didn't move for a long moment after he had cum. He supported himself over me on his arms and rested there with his eyes closed as he caught his breath..