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*quot;Now Harold, you be nice to Widow Johnson. Don't embarrass me. You do what Prudence asks, and you'll be ok. As a widow at her age, she's just very sex-starved, except for poor Ricky when I make him go to her. So she kind of unloads a month's-worth of her quirks on him all at once. She's really very nice once you get to know her. Just do as she asks, and don't upset her, ok?*quot;
*quot;But Sherie, what about you and me? I've been working hard all week, and you are supposed to be my reward, aren't you? This chastie has got me entirely horny for you. I have been dying to see you the way I've always imagined, you know, um, topless. And bottomless. Please? Pretty please, take your blouse off? C'mon, Sherie, gimme something, please?*quot;
*quot;No, Harold! And get those filthy thoughts out of your head! Why, I thought that device would help you maintain more civility than that. Or do you need another week in it to teach you better behavior around women? Actually, I think that's exactly what you need; another week of penis solitude. But now, though, it's some maturity discipline that you need, and I think Prudence can deliver perfectly. Especially when she realizes you aren't bringing the key along this weekend -- she's gonna hate that! Now get going. I told her you'd be there before dark, and you haven't much time. It's the old house up on the ridge. You should know it well. You pass it every time up the mountain. The one with the old hand-pump well, out front, and usually with washing hung out on the clothesline. Now get going. And remember, be nice. Don't embarrass me. And who knows, Harold, maybe you nobody's going to see. Just you and me. Now, get em off.*quot;
I did as she asked, mostly though with my back to her though. I'm not at all anxious for her to see my shiny chastity device; that's for sure.
*quot;Oh, I see you're the bashful type. Would you prefer Prudence not see your naked penis?*quot;
*quot;Yes Ma'am, that would help me a lot. I'm embarrassed. I'm not used to this sort of thing. I only came here to help you. So if you would do me that kindness, I would be ever so grateful. May I put my unders back on, please?*quot;
*quot;Well, I suppose I could allow that, now that you've proven you're on the up what a relief. I could have kissed her at that moment.
*quot;Ok, young man, I mean Harold, come on in and we can get started. You know it's been a while since I've had a man up here, don't you? So what do you think I want (really badly)?*quot;
*quot;Someone to hug you, Ma'am?*quot;
*quot;You're rather slow, aren't you Harold? So maybe I need to be clearer. Let me sit down in this oversized leather chair. If I pull my dress up a bit will that help you find a better answer? There, how's that? Or do I need to pull it up a little higher? To my thighs, Harold? Ready to guess again?*quot;
*quot;Yes, Ma'am. I think you'd like me to Antalya Escort caress you can breathe pussy air.*quot;
And with that she pushed my head down with her hands wrapping my head in her dress. I could scarcely breathe at all -- and I was licking her snatch like a mad man struggling for air.
*quot;That's it, boy. Get in there. Deeper. Ahhh, yeah, there! Harder. Deeper. There. Oh shit. You mother fucker, fuck that pussy with your tongue, boy. That's it. Fuck it, boy! Eat that tastey mature pussy! Ooooo. ooooo. oooooooo aaahhhh.*quot;
She made me eat pussy like I had never known pussy-eating before. And I learned I loved it!
*quot;Aaahhh. Perfect, you little boy-toy. Now give me a few minutes. Go get me a cigarette. And then stand in the corner until I'm ready for you again.
*quot;What??? Why? I did what you wanted, Ma'am. Here's your cigarettes. Can I go now?*quot;
*quot;Did you just question my wishes, boy? Do not know what happened to Ricky when he tried that shit with me? Did Sherie not tell you to do what I asked? So how do you propose to apologize and make it up to me? Heh, boy? Now go stand in the corner while I answer that question for you. Go on. Go.*quot;
And I went.
She smoked, and blew it my direction. I could feel it drifting in on me. I hate smokers. And having an older lady smoking and making me stand in the corner like a child was just about my limit.
Til I thought about Sherie's slight breasts, and smallish girl's bra. I wanted that to happen so badly. So I stood there, not saying a word.
*quot;Ok, boy. I've decided to be lenient this time. Just stand there. And if you beg to go down on me again, and I mean beg, I'll only give you one stroke, as a light reminder to always do what you're told in this house. My late husband got the hang of it during our honeymoon, and we went on to have 50 years of a wonderful female-led marriage. Now move your feet back, back some more, keep going til you are about to fall off of that wall. Good. Stay there and don't move.*quot;
*quot;Your whities are going to come down for this.*quot;
I felt her thumbs tuck into my waistband. And she inched them down painfully. Down. Down, but oh so slowly. Is she trying to humiliate me, or trying to get me to flinch or move?
*quot;Step out of them, boy. And prepare yourself.*quot;
I heard her walk out of the room and down the hall. And them return. And suddenly she was breathing her smoky breath right in my ear, and whispered to me:
*quot;If you move... you'll get another. Do you understand?*quot;
*quot;Yes Ma'am.*quot;
*quot;We shall see.*quot;
And with that, I braced for it.
Instead, she stopped breathing on me, turned and walked away.
And then came running back across the room at me, and laid a viscious stroke on my bare bottom with what could only have been a 4-pound solid mahogany Antalya Escort Bayan paddle like that of a school marm back in the day.
I crumpled into the corner as I cried out in pain.
*quot;Get up, you sissy. You apparently need another one.*quot;
*quot;Please Ma'am, no more. I didn't mean to move, you surprised me and I lost my balance.*quot;
*quot;So you're talking back, presumably asking for yet another one too?*quot;
*quot;No Ma'am.*quot;. And I returned to my position.
*quot;Two more you shall have.*quot; And she closed in on me this time, holding me with one arm around my waist like she was going to dance with me; well, with my backside, that is.
And dance she did -- lighting my butt-cheeks on fire with two quick and harsh strikes. I went limp again, but she didn't let me fall.
*quot;Oooooo eeeeeee!*quot;
*quot;Oopooo eeeeeee!*quot;
*quot;Oh you say that so nicely, boy! I loved that. Now beg to go down on Ms Prudence again. Only this time, in the kitchen.*quot;
*quot;May I please pleasure you again, Widow Johnson?*quot;
*quot;Yes you may, boy. Right this way.*quot;
And I followed her, knee-walking dutifully to the kitchen, where she with a simgle motion cleared the table with her arm, and laid back on it.
*quot;Get your head under that dress, boy. And get ready to breathe pussy-air again.*quot;.
And she pushed my head down tightly into her, squeezing my head between her bony thigjs like a vice. And soon bucking her hips up and down as I ate her vigorously. I think her taste was becoming sweeter to me the second time, almost like honey. I think I'm actually liking this mature pussy!
She soon came again with my head and tongue trying to keep pace with her bucking up and down, while shouting obscene instructions to me.
*quot;You'll pay for that, boy! It was too good, and I cannot NOT punish such licentious behavior in my house. You were enjoying it too much. Admit it. You were really digging my pussy and you couldn't get enough, could you? And don't deny it or I'll take you out to the carriage house for a real whipping next time!*quot;
*quot;Yes Ma'am, you were delicious down there.*quot;
*quot;Lean over the table then, son, and take what's coming to you for your unruly tongue, taking advantage of this poor widow's vagina.
I was afraid not to. So I did.
But this time, she released the catch on the dining table and pulled it apart, replacing the middle leaves with two custom-made pieces that, together, comprised two wrist-sized holes, into which she inserted my hands, closed the table and latched it tightly.
Then taking her time, she went out of the kitchen, returning with what appeared to be hand-sewn cloth stirrups for my ankles. Almost a quilt-like look tell the camera what you liked most about eating my mature pussy, Harold. Go ahead, speak up. Make it good enough to warrant Escort Antalya your release from the table.*quot;
Looking directly into the lens...
*quot;Yes Ma'am. I loved it. Thank you for letting me dive into your treasured womanhood. I especially liked diving under your long home-sewn dress, kissing my way up your slim thighs, to your pubic forest. And licking each shred of your experienced bush along the way, into your delightful cave.*quot;
*quot;Did it make your little caged dicklet hard, young man?*quot;
*quot;Fuckin' aye, Ma'am.*quot;
*quot;Ok, and... Cut. Perfect. Good boy. Let me undo this little latch, and... there you go.*quot;
After loosing the middle leaves, my sore hands became free. I shook life back into them as Prudence freed my ankles.
*quot;Ok, so I know you're probably anxious to leave and go home to Sherie, I understand. Go. And maybe if Sherie sends you up here next month, I'll let you in on my other fetishes. But for now, just give Prudence a passionate kiss and be on your way.*quot;
And she gave me the sweetest kiss on the lips, briefly dancing her experienced tongue into me, and back out again, making my dick throb in its cage, then breaking it off, shoving me toward the door.
*quot;Don't forget to pick up your clothes out of the bushes. Lol. As if you would. Ha.*quot;
*quot;What about my undies. Can I have tgem back please?*quot;
*quot;No, I think they're mine to keep. But I'll trade you these.*quot; And she pressed something into my hand.

A pair of panties, likely from her younger, sexier days. *quot;Put them on underneath your jeans. No one will know. Just you