” Her last line brought cynical and just laughter from the audience, his use was spent, and a woman must satisfy her needs; the crushing confirmatio... of his uselessness, and her cruel pleasure in announcing it, had his cock dribbling in defeat with submissive eroticism.Agnes now took his leash and tugged him to the steps, the feminine crowd baying and taunting as he was led to face his punishment, his legs and arms ascending shakily as he was drawn in obedience by the stern Agnes to sate her. With each stroke her nipples swelled up and her pussy juices went into overdrive.I then moved her legs up and secured her feet to the headboard. I saw the slick juices shine as her ass was coated with her moistness. I slid a small vibe into her bottom and turned it on. The reaction was immediate. She tried to bear down and pulled her legs which actually caused her ass to raise up. I worked the vibe back and forth widening her rear passage.Reaching to the headboard, I retrieved a set of nipple. Just let me clean you up a bit and we can join the others. They are waiting to give you a little surprise.” She went to her knees before me and somehow managed to slip Jolly Roger all-the-way in, without a pause. How could she do that? Not complaining, mind you, but this was completely outside my experience.She took her mouth off for a minute to explain. “It only takes a little practice, Gramps. The boys we trained on weren’t as big as you and couldn’t last as long as you do, but they helped us. Yes she replied, that is one beautiful big cock he has and he’s pumped what feels like a gallon of spunk up my pussy.I turned the camcorder off and went back and sat on the bed, reliving what I’d just heard.Chris’s side of the storyJust a little something about Mike and me, I first met Mike whilst I was in 6th form, he was tall, dark haired, good looks and a great body and a wicked sense of humour. Mike had just come out of a long relationship although still young. I found this out a few weeks.