I turned my face slowly away and opened my eyes. Around the room lay remnants of my life, things that had meant something to me once, things that lay ...s dead and lifeless as I felt. My flute lay on the floor, sheet music scattered all around. The memories haunted me. Images of my playing, my total surrender to the power of the notes and the melody brought a fresh rush of tears to my eyes. I had spent many years practicing and perfecting the talent of musician. There was a freedom of expression. At fifty I wondered if I could really take so much cock even in a dream. I was flagging and I think my arse was sagging! It was definitely gaping and drooling and that damn hood was making me faint!Up to sixty-seven I was very wet between weak kneed legs and I wondered if my buttocks touched together anymore? “There slutting over there, it’s ‘im see!” that voice was Tommy Mack’s?I felt a cloth over me as something heavy pushed against my hoods collar. After a loud and painful snap, I yelped as. ?I bet you are horny as hell right now,aren?t you? I bet you are used to stroking that teenage cock all the time. Thatis why you can?t keep control of it, well we are going to see about that.?John didn?t care right now if he was goingto suffer another humiliating spanking as long as this thing was off and he gotto cum again.?Get on the bed? John moved up onto the bedand Mrs Davidson gasped his wrists and pulled them to the posts of the bed tothe waiting hand cuffs. She locked them into place. "I just realized who the two girls who volunteered to switch with us,"I said. "It's Olive Oyl and the Blimp." We know," was my mom's reply."How long have you known?" I needed to know."For the last week," she answered. "We needed to start switching yourstuff with theirs." You don't know what you have done?" I almost screamED at my parents."We know about the promise Kendra and Annie made you years ago," my dadtold me.I remember the promise. It was six years ago when Wally and I startedcalling.