He turned his head to the left, where he he knew they would be.They were.Two females, one smaller than the other. Both standing, side by side and faci...g him, arms behind their backs. Black hoods over their heads. Dressed identically, tight white crop tops and pleated plaid skirts reaching their mid-thigh. He knew that their arms had been bound with duct tape, though he could not see it. He knew that under their hoods, each was wearing a collar. He knew the smaller female’s collar was a deep. Sue covered her mouth and gasped in recognition of the photo I treasured, and obviously shared, of her special pussy.Though still mostly dressed, Sue instinctively covered her crotch and looked around knowing that everyone was scrutinizing her cake pussy and soon all would savor and eat her, umm it. When I had submitted the photo to the Salvatore, the baker, I didn’t need to tell him that it was a pussy I knew intimately and he didn’t ask. There, on his table, was a clear, full frame, porn. Each home would have four bedrooms, and four adjoining full bathrooms, with another half bathroom downstairs, for guests, and to allow the boys to wash up for meals. There were huge living and family rooms downstairs, as well as a large upstairs room, for the boys to use either for studying together, or as a game room. The house parent's bedroom was down on the first floor.Sandy and Joyce had secured a grant for the basic building costs, but Mama and I had added substantially to that, so we. I said that I was sorry and it was a natural instinct. She sighed and said it was OK.She didn’t really mind, just caught her a bit unawares. She said I could look anytime and pulled her shirt up to let me see again. She said she knew she could trust me. She then put a finger under the top elastic of her panties and pulled the edge of the panties down so that her pubic triangle was exposed. Her pubic hair seemed to be trimmed for it nestled between her full thighs without straggling. I was.