Talking as she drove we came to the usual turn off as she drove to a small car park where I usually had a fag before going home.Richard was in the bac... and he got out with me as we lit up, “She fancies you” and he replied “I’m married” “Really does it matter” “No maybe not” “Get in there and entice her into the back seat I’ll join you in a bit” he smiled and got back in the car. I thought ‘tonight we’re both going to fuck her’. As I lit another cig she got out and into the back.After I’d. Whispering softly I said.“I want feel you inside me!” as I licked his earlobe, nibbling the soft flesh gently.Steve held my waist as he pushed his hard cock toward my very wet opening. The tip of his cock invaded my pussylips as he whispered loud enough for the camera to pick up.“I’ve always wanted to fuck you and always hoped you would be such a slut, but I never imagined how much of a slut you would be!” he continued “Whatever God you believe in, could never have made this body, as this is. Taylor heard the commotion and came running, taking Mr. Thrower and leading him back to the house. Confused and agitated myself, I didn’t know what was happening until Mrs. Taylor returned shortly to explain everything.Mr. Thrower had been diagnosed with dementia. It was the reason they had been hired and brought here from the UK to begin with. They had special experience with dealing discretely with such cases. Being a wealthy and somewhat eccentric man, his advisors convinced him that would. They sat a t the table as soon as we entered the room, and as Marsha set plates in front of them, they began to eat as if they were starving.“Don’t they get enough to eat?” I asked.Marsha smiled. “When Don was groom, til you came in, he gave ‘em each three minutes to eat, and if they weren’t done, it was too bad, he’d grab the leash and drag them up the stairs. They learned to eat fast!”I watched the girls wolfing down the food, and thought… I had eleven girls to feed, and could do it four at a.