.I couldn't have stood up if I'd have wanted...then there was this knob...all warm and slippery between me arse cheeks...an'...an it went up me arse.....an...an I enjoyed it..." I thrust a little more and again, Gemma cried out, "Steady, Daddy...steady..." Redhead had reached under my arse cheeks and was gently squeezing and massaging my scrotum, "Yesss...that's it, old man...push that monster cock of yours up the little bitch..." my glistening snooker ball sized plum was now inside Gemma's love. Finally we stop in front of a huge warehouse. It looks old and abandoned. The windows are boarded up. They take my arms again to lead me into the warehouse.Inside, it is filthy. The floor is covered in dirt. The walls are falling in. There is a huge mattress sitting in the middle of the floor. A bunch of men are all sitting in folding chairs around it.They lead me to the mattress. One of the men looks at me. “Is she the one?” “Yes,” says the man who came to my house. “This is his wife. He has. She was really busy and hardly had time to chat but she would always wish me a good morning and bid me good night and mostly with something funny like Morning Sir Arthur or How art thou, O protector of dames everywhere. She just made my day. I had been meaning to ask her out for a date but just couldn’t work up the courage. No matter how I phrased the question it never seemed quite right to me. Deep down I knew I was sabotaging my own efforts in order to procrastinate. On Friday Jenna. “You know how to type?,” was his first question.An old joke in the Army was how you never admit you know how to do anything, don’t volunteer. I’d done it in basic training, admitting I knew how to drive a truck and I ended up with an Army issue drivers license to spend one whole weekend everybody else had off, me doing guard duty all night long driving around the base. I knew better than to admit anything now but after taking a moment to think I said, “Yes”. “Good”. He told me where I was going.