The most commonly suggested author is Henry Spencer Ashbee (1834–1900). He was a book collector, writer, and bibliographer and, from the three volum...s he published under his pseudonym Pisanus Fraxi, the expert on erotic books in his day. Gershon Legman was the first to link "Walter" and Ashbee, in his introduction to the 1962 reprints of Ashbee's bibliographies, and the 1966 Grove Press edition of My Secret Life included an expanded version of that essay. Ashbee was also identified as Walter by. Sarah was forced out of the corner, and onto her knees, her head on the cheerleading practice mat she had setup in her apartment. She felt the tail plug slip into her pussy, and her cunt juiced it up. She then felt it at her rear entrance, and she moaned as it was slid home, seating itself on her anal ring. Then she felt her dildo being shoved into her cunt, and turned on. Sarah quivered and bucked as she was worked over, forced to cum again and again for her tormentor. She felt. It was so obvious now. Here was a guy in his seventies; he didn't want to see her in stuff a man in his thirties or younger wanted to see her in. She had been thinking about this all wrong; he might be hot and looked way younger but the reality was he had older tastes. She had been dressing for a man of the wrong age.She finished the floor and made him a fresh cup of tea; when she handed it to him, he was sitting in his usual seat in front of the TV again. He grunted a small thanks and she. I moved and lay on my side, giving David the chance to get his fingers inside my pussy, which he didn't waste any time doing. I was soon sucking the whole length of John's cock into my mouth as David's fingers probed my soaking pussy. When I saw the pictures after, John's expression was that of a man in heaven. We found out later that he hadn't had sex for four years, poor sod. I think he grew maybe an inch before I lay back and let the two of them work on me. I still kept a cock in each hand.