Groaning he stood up and walked to his small gas stove. What'sleft of his evening was heating some can of food from the discounter andthen some pages ...n a library book. He shook sadly his head. He used tobe one of those that hazed bookworms. Now that was his only means ofentertainment.Saturday came and went. Just as he had predicted he was still at it onSunday. Old Miss Bates has collected quite the hoard of trash in herlifetime. Of course, none of it could be thrown away. All this for. He repeated this on my right ankle.Jack moved down the bed and grabbed my wrists, locking them in the straps at the foot of the bed and tightening them until my arms were restrained. He opened his drawer and pulled out my blindfold which I tilted my head to allow him to put on me. The black silk enveloped my eyes and my breathing became faster as my cunt got wetter. I lay on the bed squirming and blinded, and heard him open the drawer again. I felt cool rubber rest against my clit, and the. As I lay there my fingers crept down between my legs to sooth the yearning for a man’s touch and I finally drifted off. Peter was also tortured by the thought that in the next room asleep could be the answer to his dreams, just on the other side of the wall her naked body resting in his shirt, all it took was a few gentle tugs on his cock and he spewed semen all over his stomach.I awoke early, went out into the kitchen and sat waiting for Peter to awaken but as I sat there looking around I. It had been my grandfather’s last wish of him.It was then that I realize that this had really been a part of my life all along. My safety and well-being had been a part of my care even if my own parents hadn’t shown or displayed the sort of love and affection most children received from their parents. Yes, I had been watched over and protected most likely from the moment of conception. I mean as a child I had been protected, it just had never been quite so open, it had been low keyed, to.