'Good' I said, now I think you want to ask me something. ''What? she said.'Say, John will you pul my pants down please!' She paused and then repeated ...s I said. 'Now say, I want you to see my hairy wet cunt hole', she repeated immediately. 'I want you to finger my wet cunt, lick my wet cunt and fuck my wet cunt forever John.' As she said this I picked her up and stood her on the table. Pulling down her shirt I gradually peeled her big pants down, the gusset sticking slightly due to the soaking. We got a meal, which Eric paid for. I dug in. I was eating another full meal. Eric watched me, amused."You're as skinny as a rail. Where the hell do you put it all?" he asked chuckling."I expend a hell of a lot of energy..."He interrupted me, saying, "First rule, don't talk about what you do with anyone not cleared. This is not the place," he said seriously.I nodded understanding.After finishing my second breakfast, we returned to the office area. I found myself waiting in a conference type. "Do you know what a cuckold is?" she asked.I had read about this on the internet and replied, "yes, do you want to try it?" I said that I would give it a try if that is what she wanted. A few weeks later, it was arranged.I had booked a room at the local hotel and she had arranged everything else. We arrived at the hotel at about six in the evening and headed to the bar to settle our nerves. As I looked around, there were several single guys sitting alone. Two were coloured gentlemen and both. Then once I agreed to be a member, they had informed me that my agreementmeant that they now had the obligation and power to help me be myself,and that meant a makeover "for my own good." And how do you feel about this...Stacy? Can you make it through thesummer pretending to be something you are not?" Mrs. Wilson askedtentatively. She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, and lookedme in the eye."I don't want to upset Matt, he is my oldest and best friend and I hope healways will be..