"This is called the pee position. After a while your legs will get used to it so you will be able to hold it for long periods of time."When I finished... I looked up at him, hoping he would give me something to wipe up the remaining droplets from my sensitive ruby labium but he didn't offer and I was too afraid to speak up to ask lest I be punished again. I knew the first rule of not speaking unless spoken to. "The Cunt must show gratitude," he continued. "It will thank me for allowing it to. I reach over and pull his T-shirt off over his head and feel the warmth of his skin. He presses his hand over my belly, my womb. I let out a delicious moan, "Mmmmmmm. You know what I want, a massage." What kind of massage?" Any kind you want to give me."My bra unclasps at the front and he unsnaps me, the cups open with a pop. My breasts are free and his tongue swirls around my nipples. Three more buttons undone and my panties are in view. I feel him suck me in, my nipples tightening. His teeth. When my wife of 26 years had died two years ago of cervical cancer, my world as I knew it had come apart and I didn't know what to do with myself. Without any interest in continuing my service, I took a retirement package to try to get my life back together but it wasn't that easy.I didn't really need money because my wife had been a financial wizard, not only for the clients she worked hard for to grow their investments but for us as a family because she took virtually all of our pay - her as. She grabbed the remote and turned the tv up just a bit, and started to ride me hard.“Don’t make a sound, he is still listening.” she told me,She clenched her pussy muscles and started to grind on me fast and hard. I had to bite my lip to make sure I did not let out a sound as she fucked me like a teenage girl desperate for attention.She never let up, cumming a second and third time. I could feel the pressure in my balls building. I told her I was getting close.“No, don’t cum yet! I want to come.