Though I was only seven, I knew enough to feel fear and the frustration at being unable to do anything about it.How long we sat there listening quietl...y to the muffled voices and thuds of people moving about I can not say. Time ceased to exist after that first warning. Bill had put his arm around Jeannette, trying to calm her, though there was sweat on his brow and he glanced nervously at the ceiling.When the door opened, we all gave a start, and Bill was on his feet fumbling for his side arm.My. My own penis was straining inside the briefs. As if sensing it, Dave slid his fingers inside the waistband and pulled them down all the way to my feet, eventually taking them off. Naked at last, I straddled his head and offered my cock to his mouth. We sucked each other for a while, hungrily, coating our cocks in saliva and mixing saliva with precum. Then Dave put his hands on my buttocks, and pulled them apart. I could feel fresh air on my hole and it felt amazing. He started pushing me. Often, Art had two or three aides helping him because they were fascinated with watching such an old man cum. They felt his release was a thrilling personal victory and a quirky shattering of taboos. He insisted, of course, that they all let him handle and taste them in the process.Art hadn't told us his NINETY-NINTH birthday was in the week before we called on him the first time. While visiting with him, Art asked to taste and toy with Sue's tiny tits again. She agreed, if HE would undress. .. Look at me, I'm a genius. I figured that out all by myself. It was easy, once I took in the beeping torture machine, along with the white walls, floor, and ceiling.I wondered if the rest of me was all there.Arms??? Check.Legs??? Check. OUCH! That hurt. My left leg felt like someone just set it on fire and drove a skewer through my leg so they could bar-b-q it.Head??? Still here, who knows if it's all right. I doubt I've ever been ALL right.I opened one eye, and the glare quickly forced it.