He always enjoyed inspecting and watching her like this before they began. She was very good managing in the stilettos but he could tell she was just ... little wobbly this evening.Gary leaned over, looking at the clipboard."Has she actually *grown* since the last time I was here?" he asked with a grin.The assistant smiled. "She has indeed, Gary. Already broke past 85. On her way to 86. We're absolutely delighted."Gary breathed out a whistle and his hungry eyes returned to Lucie."Jog, honey....". However, when Heather was twelve, something else entered her life: Henry David Thoreau and Walden Pond.Living not too far from Concord, Massachusetts, her family sometimes went for a couple of hours at the beach at the state park, up at one end of Walden Pond. Her father once told Heather that it was a very famous place, and when she discovered Thoreau's "Walden" at age twelve, she thought that she might learn why it was famous.It was a tough read for a twelve-year-old, even one that was a. When we arrived home, I had him strip and hold the strap-on in front of himself and look into the full length bedroom mirror so that he could see the difference between his little dick and the strap-on dildo. I snapped a few pictures and watched as his pencil dick got hard. Next I told him to put the dildo in the harness and step into it. Once he had it around his waist, I took a few more snap shots, and my cam corder rolled away too. I edited the photos a little and showed boy. His little dick. I have you open your ass for me, and I fill it to the brim with my piss. The last little bit I save and give you in your mouth. I do not let you swallow it then, but tell you I wil check your mouth in the morning and I expect it to still be there. I add some spit to the mixture and decide that you are now good and tucked in for bed. I have a great night sleeping on a surprisingly comfortable bed. When I awake in the morning, I almost trip over you from the position I left you in. I had.