“Hi,” she said. “This is Elizabeth Sinderson.” She waited, not knowing what else to say. She felt tongue tied.“Hi,” said the deep voice. �...�Mrs. Chumley said you might call. What can I do for you?”He sounded so urbane. Had this man really just been in a chicken coop?“Um ... there are some things broken,” she said. “Around the house,” she added, feeling foolish.“Well, I could come by and see if they’re the kinds of things I can fix,” he said.“That would be good,” she said, weakly.“How about this. I wasn't sure but I thought Hannah was wrong to go in that direction. Ben was not happy. Bert, on the other hand, was thrilled. Uncle Ron was simply accepting.I went down there in the late afternoon with Babs trying not to be seen. She helped me set up a number of cameras in hidden spots around the large room. I noticed the different frames and items. I had to admit that I was curious about how they were used.Babs said, "Kenny, don't get any ideas about using those things on me. It doesn't turn. He was moaning like he was about to cum, so I took him out of my mouth and went back to licking down his shaft to his balls. I licked my way under his balls, then pushed his legs up high for better access. I licked my way down his ass until I got to his hole. I licked around his little hole as he moaned. He reached down and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I probed his hole with my tongue. He moaned as I tongue fucked his ass.I licked my way back up to his cock and sucked it into my mouth. Almost. My tongue followed, licking a warm, wet path up to the head of your cock. Whimpering, I took you in, savoring the feel of you in my mouth, the salty tang on my tongue. Your hands went to my hair, gently combing it back from my face and gripping it in your fist, guiding me at the pace you desired. I relaxed into the familiarity of this, confident in my ability to please you in this way. As I gently massaged your balls, feeling them tighten and pull up, I watched your face. I wanted to see you.