Becky and I compared notes: Our memories ranged from Becky seeing him in swim trunks in her hot-tub, to my seeing his ass one time when he accidentall...y left the bedroom door open. By any reasonable conclusion we could draw, he had some very NICE equipment! Neither of us had seen it in 'action mode' but I'd noticed quite a sizable pair of balls hanging into view whilst gazing at his ass! Becky recalls one time finding my mom's gift to him in the laundry-basket: a sheer black male. He pulled my head to him and pressed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth spilling his cum in his mouth (he never ever did that before all the years I have been with him never) . I was swallowing and sharing it with me how sensual it was this old man taking his own cum. He broke from our cum swap and pushed me down on my back. He looked in my eyes as he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties aside. I thought was he going to fuck me he just came. He bent down with a mouth full of his own cum. Putting the rope that bound her tits onto a hook dangling from the ceiling I pulled on the rope and lifted Megan up in the air by her tits and then secured the rope, her sexy toes were a few inches off the floor.The look on Megan's face was one of terrible agony, her tits were going bright purple in colour and her pretty face was screwed up in pain.I watched the bitch as she hung there by her tits, my cock going hard with excitement. I slapped her tits and I could see that the bitch was. What was so shocking was his discovery of his fetish. Or rather, perhaps his sickness. He was raised in a land that called his actions Taboo! Americans did not photograph naked fourteen-year-olds. They didn’t expose themselves to them either. And certainly, they didn’t pump large amounts of body-fluid into their intestines! Good lord, Dillon thought, suddenly very ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of perverting his profession. He was ashamed of the arousal he had felt, and certainly,.