There were keys thrown all over the place - some on the work surface, some in buckets, even one in the bottom of a paint tin (fortunately empty). I ma...e quick work of matching the keys to locks and freeing myself.I was particularly pleased when I found the key to release my butt plug. I didn't wait around, I grabbed all the rest then ran into the house to the toilet to relieve my aching arse.The shed held all the keys to all the locks I was wearing, except one. The chastity belt was still. I remained glued to the sidewalk. I pulled Nan back to me and held her, I kissed her forehead and said, ‘No Baby, I have to go.’ I walked back the way that I had come, the same aimless wander. I slipped into the darkness that had descended without my knowledge. I stopped at an all night café and drank coffee until the sun came up. I had seen my life through tired eyes in the bottom of the chipped and stained mug, a mixture of warmth and consolation descending to a bitter cold murk. The waitress. Her bush was shaved clean so he could see her moist pussy glisten.As Mr. Smith pulled the lube out of his bedside table he told Miss Hart “get on all fours. Arch your back and stick your ass in the air as high as you can. I’m going to start with my fingers and work my way up to my cock. When I’m first penetrating, push back like you’re trying to take a crap. Otherwise, relax. Are you ready?” She moaned assent. Mr. Smith pressed his index finger against her asshole and felt resistance both. Gently she began to rub him and he knew he wouldn’t last for long. He was about to say he was cumming when she stopped. Pressing her flat hand on his cock holding it to his belly she smiled at him.“Not yet my little soldier,” she said.““Oh, you fucking bitch!”Lyn giggled.“You don’t know just how much of a fucking bitch I can be, Son. But you will. You will!”She bent her head forward and her mouth opened as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.“Oh, God!” he cried out at the sheer.