Opening the door, he wagged a bony finger at her.
“Your late Missy. Maybe we should just forget the whole damn thing!”
“I-I’m sorry Sir…”
She swallowed hard before stepping through the door.
“… I had to stay late and…”
“Shut up and get in here. Close that door behind you.”
She closed the door slowly, shutting off the little light there was from outside his home. Silently she followed several feet behind until he stopped and wheeled around to look at her.
“Alright now, lets get a look at you.”
Inhaling deeply, she took the light jacket she was wearing off and after folding it, looked for somewhere to put it.
“Might as well go in the bedroom there and put it on the dresser.”
She stepped out of the long hall and into his bedroom. The sun peeked around the edges of the old drapes giving the room an eerie feel. It smelled of liniment and reeked of age. Placing the jacket on the dresser, she turned to face him. His hard blue eyes moved over her from his wrinkled face.
“I’m waiting Missy.”
Her hands went to the top button of the cotton dress she was wearing. Slowly she undid each button as his tongue slithered around his thin lips.
“Well come on girl. No need to be shy. Hurry it up a little, I been waiting for more than an hour.”
Closing her eyes, she slid the light blue material off her shoulders. Stepping out of the dress, she folded it too before laying it on top of the discarded jacket. She now stood in front of the old bastard in her heels, white panties and matching bra. She forced her self to stand still when he rolled close to her, his bony hand snaking between her thighs. His cold, clammy fingers explored the soft inside of her thighs before he ran a single digit over the slight crease through the center of her white lace panties.
“Been a long time since I touched a woman like this. Thirty years since one as young as you. Let me see them titties.”
While his hand continued between her thighs, she reached behind her and unhooked the lace bra. Shaking now, she let it slide down her arms. Turning slightly to put it on the dresser, she felt his hand leave her thighs and cup her right breast. Her nails bit into her palms as he fondled the heavy flesh.
“Breast fed that little kid of yours eh?”
He began concentrating his attention on her nipple.
“Y-yes.”
“Bet these things were damn near perfect before you did.”
She tried to smile and nodded her head as he toyed with her tightening nipple.Releasing her breast, he rolled towards the bed. Looking over his silk covered shoulder, he snapped at her.
“There’s clean sheets in the second drawer.”
Positioning himself at the head of the bed, she heard the whir of the little motor that helped raise him to his feet as she located the clean sheets. Clutching them to her exposed chest, she crossed the room. Lifting the corner of the dirty sheet as far away from him as possible, she put the clean ones down on the now exposed rubber liner. Quickly she stripped the bed until his voice stopped her.
“There’s no hurry now Gal. You just take your time. I like watching you like this.”
Her stomach tightened realizing she was giving him quite the show, in heels with her breasts exposed. She cursed her husband for choosing the sheer lace that barely covered her hips. Finishing the far side of the bed, she had little choice but to move to the side where he was now standing, if that was what you would call it. Supported by the special wheel chair, he was leaning back into the monstrosity and staring at her.
Tugging the used sheets from the bed, she tucked the corner of the new ones before moving next to the old lecher to complete the task. She felt his hand immediately on her bottom.
“This is the best thing about having a kid. Fills out a skinny broads ass.”
She wanted to pull away, grab her clothes and leave this place. She couldn’t… No wouldn’t. She felt his hand wander over her bottom before his fingers slipped under the thin material near her sex. She straightened, moving away to collect the sheets that now lay on the floor. When she did, he chuckled.
“Just drop them in the hamper in the bathroom.”
She hurried more to get away for a minute than to please him.
“And when you’re in there, on the bottom shelf of the medicine cabinet, there’s a silver pill box. Bring it and that big glass filled with water back with you.”
She opened the door and turned on the light. The bathroom was surprisingly well lit and clean. She dropped the sheets in the hamper and opened the mirrored door. Glancing at the dozens of prescriptions, she saw the intricate silver box. Taking it and closing the door, she filled the large glass with water. Inhaling deeply, she returned the musty bedroom.
“Turn off the light, you think I’m made out of money.”
She bit her lip at his statement. Turning, she flipped the switch and moved in front of him.
