“That is a bed?“ another asked in apparent wonder.“Where do you have sex?” another asked.Arlene looked at her mother and grinned. “Well, mos...tly there in the bed, but if the notion strikes us and there’s no one around, almost anywhere in the Retreat.”“Does your male not demand a sex chair?” the alien asked.“Sex chair?” Diana wondered aloud.“Yes, a padded chair with no arms that can be raised or lowered and configured for sex.”“We have many seats in the living room and some in here as well,”. “Oh… Yes, I’m about to come, baby.” He finally seemed to approach the end of his journey inside my rear. I could feel him tightening his member for each thrust, nearly ready to release his load.“Yes, Tony! Ah! Come! Ah! Come inside me! Ah! Please!” I could only stutter between screams and gasps of air.His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me hard towards his groin one last time. He shouted just before I could sense his cock begin its series of powerful contractions. He literally lifted my. On the other side of the door, I heard the hum of excited conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. Helplessly, my mind wandered back to my trapped sexuality, which ached for relief unlike never before. I knew Mistress was out there, having fun, probably thinking about me tied, waiting for her in silent, horny frustration. Why did I agree to this? Why do I enjoy this? I thought Mistress was going to release me this morning. After all, today had been marked on the calendar as my 'day. As any hot blooded male, I have often followed those who really turned me on and have tried to make eye contact and get a read on them. A few times, I was able to introduce myself and even meet for drinks over the years at one of the local watering holes. Well, about a month ago in Apri, I was doing my shopping and I saw this hot mature lady of about 55 or so with silver hair and a body that was to die for. To be quite honest, I was getting aroused just looking at her and for me at my age.