He got up from the futon, dick now fully soft, and untied my wrists. Sliding the futon out from the wall so he could get behind it, he sat me down. ...rabbing another length of rope, he tied my wrists together in front of me this time. He raised them up above my head, pulling them back until my cinched wrists were pointing downward. He tied them off to the back of the futon so my arms were pulled way behind my head. Then he tied my legs spread, each ankle to either side of the futon.He sat. I went to bed rock-hard. When I got up in the morning to shower, I was still hard, it seemed. I took a shower and went home. About a month later, the same thing happened. We ended up spending more and more time on the phone, and emailing. Talking about sports, music, guys her friends were dating, and politics. I’d majored in poli sci and had kept up on politics over the years. We were both somewhat liberal — probably she was a bit more liberal than me. Despite my views, I tried hard always to. One of my responsibilities at the home is to assist Mr. Packard with his shower. I don't bath him. But I help him into his shower and I help him dry off and dress. Mr. Packard is ninety years old. He isn't an invalid. He is, in fact, surprisingly spry for a man of his age. But he needs help getting around and the people in charge at the home worry about him slipping and falling when he bathes.The problem is that he's an octopus. He cannot keep his hands off of me. So I started to wonder if, in. Now both of myhands were on his ass and moving down toward his sides. Ben must havegotten the point as he know rolled me over on top of him. "Do you wantit?" Do you want my dick, baby?" HELL YES, my Big Ben. Let me HAVE IT!"At once I pulled down his shorts with my teeth and then threw them onthe floor. I was breathing so hard now and was hot and sweaty. THEN Isaw it, Ben's Enormous Cock. Oh My God it was Huge and So Hard and ReadyFor Me! I couldn't believe it's massive size that made my old.