At around eight p.m. on the first evening, I entered the pub/dining area to have my dinner. It served traditional pub grub, but to my surprise, the fo...d was better than I anticipated.The clerk at the reception desk informed me that they had live entertainment, and that ‘Minstrel Mike’ was their current entertainer on a nightly basis. Mike performed from six till eleven every evening. Mike, as I would soon see, took a fifteen-minute break at a quarter to the hour, after completing his. He pulled out a massive hard dick. He knew I wanted it in my mouth. He looked at me dead serious. He said 'before I walk out of here, you're writing your address and phone number down so we can do this the right way.' I just said 'yes, but please just fuck me real hard. I don't care if someone comes in.'He poshed me down on my back so my head was laying against plastic from the dry cleaning conveyer. He lifted up my ass, pushing my shorts around my ankles so my legs were totally spread. Then he. Like all my ‘clients’ I sat him down and over coffee he explained his predicament.‘You see Gladys, this is difficult as I have never told this to anyone, when I was 12 my parents died in a car crash, and I was brought up by my paternal grandparents who were in their early sixties.My Gran was what you would call very tactile; always hugging me, giving me motherly kisses. She was a buxom lady –much like you – and as I grew older, she did not stop her usual closeness with me. It got to the stage. Both felt the connection, the rhythm of their mutual motion and building feeling that slowly increased it frequency. Angela lifted slightly and dropped to vary the sensation of their fucking. She looked directly into Tom’s eyes and he returned the gaze. Yes, this was the connection she desired, and she leaned forward above him. Tom reached up and cupped her breasts, finding her nipples and gently squeezing. Angela felt the building sensation in her groin, the deep penetration and craving for.