She was braless.I'd left the garage door open and Steve, Larry, Mike and Eddie had come into the kitchen through the side door. Debbie had been alone... with them for at least five minutes while she made coffee.I could smell her cunt as soon as I walked into the kitchen. The guys were sitting at the table, waiting for coffee. As Debbie moved around I saw that they got glimpses of her panties from the sides and front. Her tits jiggled obviously inside my shirt. My didk snapped hard, and I. I smiled knowing or at least suspecting what was next, but you surprised me, you reached down and eased out my plug. I felt its warmth and slickness slip from between my cheeks and I wondered why you hadn't tied my ankles. Only to feel your hand on my nose, pinching it shut, I opened my mouth to breathe, and you pushed the plug in, until it was resting with the flared base just outside of my lips."Lick it clean pet," you said, "I'll be back in just a moment." I lay there totally surprised. Finally a small nursing home gave me a start, it was one of those that don’t spend a lot on the clients, young and keen I was taken advantage of by the owner and it wasn’t long until I was working the night shift all alone.Over the course of a few months I had become quite close to many of the 50 clients, when one night whilst I was doing my rounds I heard several moans coming from one of the rooms, I slowly opened the door and I noticed that Mrs Smith a young 82 was laying on her back with a. Picking up an ivory comb, she caught a clump of golden strands and started from the bottom. She gave every appearance of concentrating on the task of teasing the tangles from her hair. If only she didn’t have to pretend to ignore her husband. ‘It’s in the lake,’ she said casually, running the comb the length of her hair. ‘Pardon?’ ‘The chastity belt. That’s what you want to know, isn’t it?’ she asked innocently. Placing the comb down, she turned on the stool and crossed her arms beneath her.