"You are definitely good enough to take out in public. But not tonight – tonight you are MY slut"His words struck home to me. He likes me! He wants ...me! He moved another step nearer me. I could see the outline of his gorgeous weapon in his trousers. Nervously I licked my lips and looked up at him again."Go ahead my slut" he said "you know what we both want"My hands go to his belt, frantically undoing it and then the catch and then the zip. I catch my breath and slow down. His trousers slip to. Go to the refrigerator. On the top shelfyou will find some soup I made. Heat it up in the microwave. You'llfind some saltines in the right-hand cabinet. Bring the soup and fourcrackers for the both of us when it's done. While the soup is heatingmake some coffee and bring us a cup. Don't dilly-dally. I have morework for you," she instructed."Soup and four lousy crackers? I know the food is free but I'm still agrowing boy. I need real food like a burger and fries. Hopefullyshe'll fix a. Mo hadn’t thought about it like that.The four rode slowly along the lane, which gradually became a wide, bumpy track. After a few hundred metres an old house appeared on the right, kind of set in amongst all the huge piles of earth. It was made of stone, and was long and low and gloomy, with small windows. There were more earthworks as the track continued for another hundred metres, until it looped round to the left where there was a huge kind of yard full of old machines and steel containers.. *“Christ Penn! What’s got into you tonight?”Pete pulled his rapidly softening cock from my still-unsatisfied vagina and rose on his knees behind me. I remained where I was, of all fours on the bed, my belly and tiny boobs hanging downwards. He patted me affectionately on the bottom and I felt a small trickle of spermless semen begin to run down the inside of my thigh.It was the second time in an hour my husband had cum inside me – not a bad performance for a man in his fifties but I still.