Perhaps one of the other residents of the Alzheimer’s section had knocked on the door in confusion. But where had they gone? Oh well, it really didn...’t matter all that much I went back inside my father’s cozy room, locking the door securely in case there were other ‘visitors’. When I walked back into the bedroom I froze. Something was different, something had changed. Instead of my father’s heaving chest, there was absolutely no motion. His face had contorted into a startled expression, and had. I was getting horny and I started to rub my Cock. After some time I slowly took my Cock out and was vigorously working on it. I glanced across to the berth where the Young Curvaceous female was sleeping. To my amazement I saw that she was staring at my COCK in the blue bed light. I got wicked instantly. I turned towards her and started to play with my Cock again. She looked at my face into my eyes and in an instant she turned the other side and did not show any intention of looking again. After. Each time the cane struck, I yelled out. I tried to take quick, short breaths, panting to try to take my mind off the pain. He was watching me intently and he struck again each time just at the point before I could recover a little and stop wriggling about.Five … Six … SevenI wasn't writhing about so much at that point. I was just hanging by my bloodless arms, head slumped forward, trying to think of nothing, just waiting for the next strike of the cane, trying to keep calm, stay conscious and. Not only had he read all the books on her list but he had written reports on each one of them.So well-written were these that she had had serious doubts as to whether they were genuine or whether Simon had got someone to do them for him. The report on Lawrence's 'Sons and Lovers' for example, had displayed a maturity of thought, such insights into human relationships, that she was convinced Simon could not have produced such work.But as she had gone over the paper with him she had changed her.