Oh, Leroy

Leroy Adams was 63 years old. He was mostly bald up top, although he had hair on the side, in an Afro style. He wore bifocals that were perpetually on the edge of his nose. His face was usually in a frown. He was usually either leaned over a walker, or he used his heavy wooden cane. It also furthered his lecherous nature, as Elizabeth soon found out.

"Good morning, Mr. Adams," she said brightly, bringing in a rather unappetizing breakfast.

"Hmph. Don't see what is so damn good about it," he said, looking at the egg biscuit distastefully. "My wife, God rest her soul, made a damn fine meal, better than this slop. She'd turn in her grave if she knew how our children were treating me."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Adams," Elizabeth demurred. "Let's see, we've got ibuprofen this morning, let me just jot that down on my pad." At that moment, the heavy cane hit her pad, causing the pencil to fall to the floor. Elizabeth sighed, bending over to pick it up, and the heavy cane started to lift her skirt up.

"Mr. Adams --" she protested.

"First of all, girl, you can call me Leroy. The rest of these bitches do. Second of all, you ain't got your pencil yet." For some reason, she did as she was bid. She bent over further to get the pencil, her skirt riding up, giving the old man a good show.

"Oh ... Leroy, you shouldn't," Elizabeth protested again, quieter.

"They ain't never given me a white bitch to look after me. You're softer than the past bitches. More ... docile," Leroy concluded. "Grab your ankles, I ain't done yet." She thought about just getting out of there, but she meekly grasped her ankles. She felt his old, weathered hands exploring her smooth ass.

"Nice, very nice," Leroy concluded. "Take me over to the restroom, doll, I want to piss."

Elizabeth saw the bedpan over at his bed, realizing this was a means to control. But she acceded to it all the same, helping the old man to the restroom, unzipping his pants, and tugging out his large, soft cock. Even completely limp, he was bigger than Douglas. She held it gently in her hand, and after a few seconds, a thick stream of yellow urine started to drain into the toilet, as Elizabeth kept it aimed carefully.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. You'll do nicely."