I knew the first part was because Mr. Grayson put me on his wall but I wasn't sure about the pit.He answered the door in his robe again."Hi, Mr. Grays...n," I said anxiously."Hello, Brittany."He let me in."Well?" he said."Uh ... what?" I said."Why are you still dressed?" Sorry," I stammered, rapidly removing my clothes."Sit on the couch," he instructed next.When I sat, he dropped to his knees in front on me and pushed my legs open. He grabbed my pussy and again it felt more like an inspection. ’ Oh boy, now I needed a projector. I had to find out about this guy on most of the covers, this ‘Featuring John Holmes’ guy who seemed to be the ‘hung’ part and he always had a really pretty woman going crazy on the end of his big penis. But it was almost time for my Dad to get home from work, so I kept one film out of the box, and put everything back in it’s place, or so I hoped. I returned the stolen treasure trove of wonder to its rightful place and ran down the hall to my bedroom,. I saw a little movement off to the side. I wish there was some way for me to move that camera around to see more of her home. It looked nice and rustic, sort of like a cabin up in the woods somewhere. There was more movement.... It was her! She had gotten out of her shower and had a red robe on. Hmmmmm, I thought..... It's flowing, like it wasn't tied shut. I know girls like to stay nude after showers sometimes. Did she also like that? I sort of leaned closer to my screen, as if trying to get a. April reached out and caressed his knee, offering Pete the kind of soothing comfort he seemed to need. “I can promise you it will be fun for both of us. For now, it will mean tending to me after I’ve been with a guy.” “Tending to you?” Pete asked, his curiosity sufficiently piqued by her vagueness. “My ex-boyfriend, the submissive, introduced me to cuckolding, and I found it satisfying in a way that I think surpassed even his lofty, fetish-fueled expectations. Do you know what cuckolding is,.