I wiped my member on her underskirt as I withdrew, “I fear this is not the place for fornication, shall we retire to my bedroom?” I queried.“No,...I am not a whore,” she blustered.“No I agree, I should certainly not pay for a lacklustre fornication such as that,” I opined somewhat unfairly, “I declare you are more like a bitch in heat needing a good shafting than a whore, so come to my bed and let me try to damp your fires.”“And if I refuse?” she enquired.“There is always the Workhouse.” I. I took a quick shower in the morning and carried my breakfast up to the observation deck to watch for her. A flash of white alerted me when she started down the walk. DAMN! She was wearing a white robe. Still, I studied her walk in the led display, with my finger on the remote lens release. Today was just a learning experience, so I fired off several shots as I followed her to the pier. She stood quietly, looking out at the lake for a while, then she turned and looked directly at me. I jumped. He reached down and unhooked my shorts and briefs from my ankles and told me to turn over. I did as he said and I felt his hands running up and down my little body. He felt around my bubble butt and took his hand away for a minute and was quiet. When his hand returned he parted my ass cheeks and began rubbing my anus with his now wet finger. I squirmed and murmured what are you doing to me? and he said he had to examine my prostrate, whatever that was. With that he began to insert his finger up. Into a close-up of her face, getting a better look at her slight double-chin and mildly yellowed teeth. She’s way down the list of good-looking-women to have been on our show. Possibly even in the bottom 10, but there’s something unmistakably ‘fun’ about her attitude and body language as she introduces herself in a voice loud enough to be heard throughout the market. “Hello ... I’m Lorraine McInnes ... I’m 55, I work in a bank, in Basildon ... And...” She raises her voice for shock value,.