“Oh let me get my computer. You'll have to hook it up while I rinse off my makeup.”She was back in a flash. “It may take me a few minutes so sea...ch around for a good movie.”“But I don't know where they are.” I called back to her.“I forget what folder it's in. Just look around.”Her desktop had an array of folders throughout. I opened one and it was a bunch of term papers. I kept searching and one was off by itself. It's title read “For your eyes only Dec 18” I looked at my watch. It also said. I wasn't exactly hungry as I was horny. After witnessing my wife get her fuck on with another guy this weekend as well as fucking her good myself afterwards, I still had a sexual appetite that carried over into Monday. And so, I decided to travel a few miles down the road to the local porn shop to see what was going on inside of the adult theater.This theater was notoriously known for having gloryholes in the booths. Sometimes these booths had boards over the holes, while at other times, the. . Them. He was sitting on the FLOOR, with her mouth spread over his cock, running his fingers through her hair.. like.. like he did Trisha’s. John then pulled her off his ready to pop cock and un-hooked her, laid her down, and ate her pussy. John had never even tasted Trisha’s. He ate the slave’s pussy with vigor, using his tongue and only his pinky. He let her cum in his mouth moaning loudly. Next john did the unthinkable. When he stood Trisha froze in the bed and pretended to still be. Birnbaum’s class, that way I could just claim an academic reason. It seemed simple, but Mr. Bryant had pestered me with questions, and then said he’d have to ‘get some information’ before he could give me an answer. I had no idea what that meant. Maybe he’d finished thinking about it. As I got up to the offices, I knocked on the door as I heard voices inside. I heard someone call, so I opened the door. ‘Hey Mr. Bryant, I was wondering if you’d had a chance—–‘ I stopped mid-sentence when the.