Speechless, she nodded. ‘May I step inside?’ he inquired, already stepping inside. Marco was still barking furiously, but the stranger put a hand ...n his big shaggy head, and the dog instantly quieted. Finding her voice, Kizzi asked, ‘Um, who are you?’ He smiled and laughed, an amazing melodic sound, that made her think of sweet peppers. ‘Who am I?’ he repeated. ‘I am a man of a place forgotten to the world. I am a man of a place who has never known the luxury of satellite television, or. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him. I could feel him slowly relax and gradually he stopped rubbing my back, soon he was snoring softly. And soon I feel asleep too, feeling so safe in his arms. I woke after day break, confused for a moment as to where I was. By his smell, I realized I was still on Bradley’s chest. I relaxed and snuggled to him closer. “Ummm, you feel amazing Clark. I haven’t slept that well in years,” he said still half asleep. “Me either. I can’t believe I didn’t. It was a struggle to get back to her feet and retrieve a towel from her closet.When she was dry enough, she put her pajamas back on and began the task of splitting the long video of herself masturbating into manageable clips she could send to Mr. Peters. She watched it several times before building the resolve to send it. She could hardly understand what he would find enjoyable about watching her doing something so shameful. What would have been the point of even recording it if she did not. The following week on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We had a stag film running, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was, I had a raging hard-on pushing the front of my pajamas out. There was no way my mother could mistake the condition I was in. I could see my mother’s pubic hair, but I could not see her pussy. She had her legs shut tight and just her fingers.