It was all a bunch of pathetic excuses that didn't mean shit to me. I mean, there I was, with my make up all perfect and everything and wearing a tiny...back dress that was just made for being pulled off of my tight, little body! I was finally ready to fuck him senseless and he wasn't going to make it? Ugh!"Of course, Evan. I understand," I said in the bone-dry tone that always sneaks into my voice when I'm pissed. I rolled my eyes as I curtly told him he should call me later. He actually sounded. The room was warm & comfortable - thick rug that added sponginess to one's step. Low light. Fragrant flowers all around. But, she did notice there were no windows. It was so quiet in this room. As she looked around she began to notice other things - a wall that contained handcuffs and some chains. Some sort of machine was directly set up in the middle of the room. It contained a cusioned seat with plush fabric covering it. It also contained ropes, pulleys, and many other things she couldn't. Her eyes were closed, her nipples were hard, and she was treating my cock like she would treat a dildo. She was incredible though. Where else would a sixty-four-year-old man get to put his cock in a seventeen-year-old virgin beauty queen? When I finally erupted it was massive. I shot more times, with more cum, and at a higher velocity than ever before. It felt like shooting an arrow into a bale of hay. Actually it was more like emptying my quiver of arrows into her. I stayed right there and. My looks are fading. I can’t keep doing this; I thought this was the last, what am I going to do, start looking for husband #7? I thought I knew Ed; we dated for more than a year before we were married and I thought I really got to know him. He never exhibited freaky sexual desires until that time in Italy when we got drunk and he did me in the ass the first time – but he asked. It hurt me, he is big and my ass actually bled. If I divorced him now, I would have next to nothing. We haven’t.