First I did not understand why she was laughing but immediately understood and asked her is he your real husband. She said yes and asked why for which... I said you look young and he is too old. Is that so what do you think my age is I said 32 or 33 ( I know she us 38 but simply to impress ).She was again laughing for this and now her fellow down which gave me full quick view wow how big it is like papaya. She pulled the pallor back after noticing that I am staring at her boobs.I immediately took. There's a baseball bat shoved up my ass all the way to the top of the grip and it has been lubed heavily with bengay. I've gotten used to the burning sensation and have grown to enjoy it. It gives me something to mentally escape to when I need to. My hands are bound but have enough play for me to masturbate -- which I am instructed to do at all times. I've been in this position for what seems to be days now. I have blackout contacts in my eyes and have no concept of who's around me but there. He walked in again, and bent down at the foot of the bed between my legs. He took something wet and stuck it on my pussy he unclipped the clips, and began to wipe the candle wax off my pussy, it actually felt good. Perhaps my terrible punishment was over, he rubbed and wiped and was very gentle. Then I felt something cold and hard being put into my pussy, then he pulled it out, I wasn’t sure it what It had been. He shoved my legs up around my head so my little pussy was stretched upward. He. And now we’re stuck with it and when we become hateful old men ... or women ... all we’ll think is that we endured it, our children can do it.”That smacked me into silence. I was one of those hateful old men who had espoused a mandatory national service as V1. I’d talked about how it would teach discipline and straighten out our youth. But I knew I’d never have to serve. I was eighty fucking years old. I wondered if this life was simply punishment for things I advocated in the other.“So, what.