I believed they had earned that right.Most of our guests were here because they were elderly or were unable to live on their own. Their families were ...too busy and didn't have the time to help them properly. That is when they would move in to our facility.I loved those people. My story will mainly be about Ben Johnson, a man in his seventies. We became really good friends. He may have seemed grumpy to some people but I found him fascinating and a great story teller.First, a little about myself;. .. but I could feel the vibrations of what I said melt into his skin, through every pore, and sink swiftly downward to be absorbed into the molecules of his being."When I let go, you're going to turn around and face the video screen. You are going to bend forward. You are going to brace yourself if you need to on the chair or the wall. From now on, you will do what I tell you to do ... and you will do everything I tell you to do, and only what I tell you to do. You are not to speak unless I. I panted and gasped as he thrust hard and deep. I stopped resisting. There was no point. I just had to take it. He teased me "Think you are a man do you"?"You're not" I'm the daddy here" Who's your daddy"?I said nothing. He spanked me hard "Who's your fucking daddy"?"YOU ARE" I said in tears"Sir" he ordered. "You are sir" I corrected myself. "That's it. Goooood"He didn't want to have sex with me, he was just proving a point that he was the dominant male and I was nothing. I relaxed and closed. You also know I hoped to find time to drop by, just not this early.I can hear you in the shower, so I quietly slip my clothes off and nearly give you a heart attack as I step silently in behind you, reaching round to cup your lovely breasts in each hand.My cold hands have an instantaneous effect - your beautiful nipples are instantly erect and hard. A little like my upright soldier who is now prodding happily into your butt cheeks.You turn round in my arms and raise them round my neck as you.