I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again... not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself that it didn’t, but was I kidding myself. I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me?. Looking down at the sleeping girl he was once more disappointed that he couldn't have a little fun with her first, but he understood the need that everything appeared a certain way. Lord Hightower had promised to compensate him for his loss. It wasn't necessary, as Andrews would never have considered taking the chance of evoking his Lordship's displeasure, but it was a comforting thought none the less.They had asked for a quick, clean job and Andrews took great pride in his abilities. So much. Now most of the dildo was buried in our arses and our Master held the middle and slowly moved it back and forward so that each of us slaves could feel the dildo moving in and out of our manholes. "I like it - it looks good" said our Master. Each of us slaves was laying on our back so our Master walked to one end and, because our heads were hanging over the edge of the bed, he was able to line his cock up with my mouth and started to fuck my mouth while he leaned across my body and still worked. He stood up and started to take off his clothes. I looked up at him, the graying hair on his chest and his puggy gut looked so comforting. He laid down beside me, I rolled over and climbed up on him. He hugged me and kissed my lips. I pressed my head against his chest and closed my eyes. He ran his hand up and down my back. I felt his dick starting to stir and ground mine against his. He put his hands on my butt and pressed me against him. The feel of his dick growing against my stomach felt.