I returned with the tray and coffee, cups, cream and sugar, I evenadded some fancy cookies on a small plate for them. I was so carefulto be perfect an... relax, remembering to bend at the waist and be asdainty as I could. I was really getting into it, mainly because ofCindy's open acceptance of the whole thing. It was humiliating butnot as bad as I had feared.I had not realized at that point, that my humiliation was about tohappen. Cindy said to my Wife, "does she have it on now?"I was puzzled. She moved a step closer and I watched her warily. Then another, and she still did not attack me.“Promise you won’t hit me?” I said. She cried even harder and nodded, saying she would not hit me. I took a chance and hugged her. And I actually felt better, as my big Little Sister held me in her arms, holding me against her and crying.We talked for over an hour, and she apologized for the last time we had met. “I read your letters, Pete showed them to me. I felt so ashamed. I had no idea, Linda,. What I saw next gave me the hardest boner I've ever had.A man was sitting two feet away from me. Stroking his cock. It was already an easy seven inches long and still growing. I couldn't stop watching him. I was entrapped by his ever growing cock. Suddenly my phone went off. It was the ex. Texting me to bitch at me some more. The phone going off didn't just startle me whoever I was watching heard it too and looked over to see me peering through the hole.He sat there for a few seconds, both of. I didn't hobble the horses like I knew I should. Let's see it." Aw," she moaned after she recalled the image to the screen. "It's out of focus." No," I said after examining the image on the little screen. "I think it's just motion blur, but only a tiny amount. I would keep this picture."She gave me that look. "Uncle Randy," she said in that downsliding voice. Translation: Stop patronizing me."No, I'm serious. I said I would save it. Remember, I'm a professional. I take pictures to sell, but I.