My Saran-wrapped experience with my sexy older widowed neighbor Christos haunted my dreams for days until my next discipline encounter. He called me and asked me to drop by on Thursday evening when I had some time to spare. I arrived punctually at eight, dressed in a Navy sportcoat and gray slacks outfit complete to his specifications which included wearing a red bow tie with matching pocket hankie. Ushering me in, he poured us a drink and we toasted each other. Asking about my workday, he allowed me to prattle on while he refilled my glass and I soon found that I was getting quite tipsy. He left the room and returned completely naked. I was surprised but happy and applauded as he struck muscle man poses, alternately squeezing and jerking his huge uncut cock to full erect status. He was still in great shape for a man nearly 80 years of age. Sitting next to me on the love seat, he removed my Navy sportcoat and began to kiss my neck, ears and lips while taking my hand in his, wrapping it around his cock and showing me the way he wanted me to squeeze and stroke it. This continued for a while until he pushed me to the floor, telling me to kneel and receive his member into my mouth. I happily sucked his lovely cock while he took a few photos of me doing so. Eventually, he pushed forward, half-standing making me bend backwards as I continued mouthing his tasty cock. Pulling it out of mouth, he began jerking his beet-red cock wildly and started spurting huge wads of jissom onto my face, red self-tied bow tie and light blue dress shirt. I lapped up what I could as he recovered with him wiping some of his cum on my lips and chin, marking my face as his property. Having me kneel upright he then stuck his ass in my face and told me to eat it. My tongue became very busy in his crack, finding its way ultimately to his hole. Eating his ass was not something I relished, but it gave him great pleasure and since serving him was now my job, I tossed his salad like a top chef. With his load drying on my bow tie and shirt collar and his ass glaze on my mouth and nose, I made quite a sight, but he was loving every moment. I began giving him a reach-around handjob as I reamed his hole and he moaned with delight. Before I knew it, he was fully stiff again and drooling pre-cum onto my fingers. As he neared his next orgasm, he turned around and stuffed his cock in my mouth yelling "Suck it boy!" and I did. His massive mushroom head started spurting his white hot creamy load into my obediant mouth and I gulped it down with glee. As his hard-on subsided, he sat and leaned back, holding my head on his cock the whole time. I continued to suckle as it shrunk down and he rubbed my face and neck telling me what a good boy I was and how much he loved me and my servitude. He then told me that my mouth was now his and his alone. He had officially claimed it as his cock hole. I nodded in agreement as I sucked on his salty, flaccid meat. Pulling his cock out of my mouth and holding it up on his belly, he told me to lick the sweat from his balls for a while and I did as I was told. It tasted great. Sending me home after apologizing profusely for so badly soiling my shirt and bow tie, promising to buy me replacements, he told me to avoid ejaculating until Sunday's suit and tie dinner and I gave my word. That dinner was an amazing night, but that has to wait until.... ...next time! love, Heywood