The sound of Collin splashing in the tub of the main bathroom just opposite her temporary guest room kept Lorna on edge. She sat, her nude body wrapped loosely in her bathrobe, on her bed looking at her phone and waiting. Why had Phil or Raymond not phoned yet with a report on Rex's whereabouts? She was really getting nervous. Explaining Collin was going to be tricky enough but trying to stay on top of Rex's possible sexual adventures was near impossible without her two helpers keeping an eye on him!
Hearing the beeping tones from the finishing laundry downstairs made me happy, she could at least remake Rex's bed and put all things back as they had been before Collin burst in and nearly destroyed her plans.
"Collin, you finish up in there while I remake your uncle's bed. Don't take too long and then change into that pair of jogging trousers and old t-shirt top that I laid on the floor!" Lorna called through the closed door. A mumbled reply hit her ears and she moved away and was off to make the bed up.
In no time Rex's master bedroom looked as it had before the pissing event and Lorna switched the light off and closed the door. Collin still had not reappeared but the splashing had ceased and the sound of the hair dryer could now be heard. Lorna moved quickly down the stairs and phoned Phil on her mobile. This waiting was driving her nuts!
The sexy 60 something MILF stood and waited; the phone switched to voicemail.
"Damn it, where are you? Call me!" The dark, slightly grey haired voyeur said with a bit of rage in her voice.
Collin peeped cautiously down the stairs and moved quietly over each step on his now clean bare feet.
"What should I do?" The twenty-one year old asked gaping at the controlling woman who stood before him. His cracked spectacles looked cheap and nasty to Lorna who surveyed him with disgust.
"You, just sit and shut up. I have no idea where your uncle is or what he is up to. But I will find out!" Lorna snapped as Collin mealy sat upon the couch, his sassy demeanour now gone after that slap of earlier had sent him flying. He knew Lorna was a woman not to be messed with!
The busty MILF with greying dark hair stood and looked at her phone.
"Shit, I'll have to phone Rex directly. I did not want to have to but I must. Phil and Raymond have let me down." She barked as she found Rex's mobile number in her list of contacts.
"Will he be angry if you call and disturb him? He might be fucking somebody!" Collin said innocently.
The rage in Lorna's ice blue eyes gave Collin a fright. Would she slap him again?
"If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Shut your mouth!" She snarled as she lifted the phone to her ear.
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Dutton, still wearing his facial mask, sat on the bed admiring the now naked, erect Rex Davenport in all his mature redheaded glory! The 40 year-old stud looked amazingly fit and so deliciously ginger-fur covered that Dutton could barely contain his glee.
The fact Rex lay provocatively clad only in his sweaty thin dark socks made this moment seem even more electrifying. Dutton gaped as the pillow he had pulled from Rex's grasp fell away onto the floor beside the large bed. The ginger haired man was all his and the night was still young as far as he was concerned. Dutton knew no limits when it came to sexual conquests!
The fact the phone in Rex's coat pocket that lay on the floor in heap was vibrating had no effect on either man. Rex had switched the phone to vibrate as he came in to the party so not disrupt the sexy toy demonstration and so Lorna's insistent attempts at communicating were futile and unheeded.
Rex was lost in Dutton's dreamy dark eyes; the mask made his eyes so very prominent and alluring that Rex was smitten in so many ways with this man. The skin-tight devil suit he wore also gave the whole scene a very naughty and carefree air. Rex felt swept into action; his uncut cock thrummed with life and need...nothing and no one stood in his way!
Dutton's faux devil's horns glinted in the light from the partially curtained window; the rather dark bedroom provided the most seductively perfect setting for the taking of a soul. Dutton always played for keeps. His lovers, numerous and many were left broken and lost. Dutton Carter was the equivalent of a lustful vampire that preyed sexually on the human male and grew stronger with each conquest. Wilbert, his faithful manservant, knew the truth about his master and so did his victims but alas poor Rex had no idea of the danger he faced.
Dutton let the dimly lit bedroom work to his advantage. He used his large hands quickly and reached out and deliberately stroked Rex's manly chest, both hands swirling around the nipples and roaming through the forest of rusty gold ringlets. Rex's eyes closed and he let this manly devil work his magic. The massage was so soothing. It made Rex nearly forget about dear sweet Rolf. Rex was living for here and for now!
Any thoughts of Lorna alone in his home left him. His hunger left him. Rex lay back completely at ease and let Dutton work on him...everywhere and anywhere he wanted!
Rex began to drift between states of wakefulness and unconsciousness. The lack of food and exhaustion from the whole party scene earlier had left him in need of rest and nourishment.
"Dutton, I feel so weak, may I..." Rex's faint words were drowned out in a laugh that both thrilled and chilled him deeply.
"Food is for wimps. We'll eat later. You need fucking!" Dutton the devil soothed in a greasy tone that slid off his would-be forked tongue like poetry.
Rex raised his hands to reach out and stop Dutton from any further sexual advances but he was too weak and Dutton was far too horny.
