It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the distant past it was used as a fruit cellar fo... canned goods. A shelf held a series of canning jars, covered with layers of dirt but full of unidentifiable foodstuffs. They all had paper labels on them that were pretty much unreadable. The one thing I managed to read when I wiped off one of the jars was “1958”. This was seriously old stuff. Since no one else had ever seen fit to clean the. I blush, I know I’m blushing the deepest of reds, I can feel it travelling up my body and neck, to my face. I’m tempted to turn and run to the ladies, but my feet won’t fucking work.“Its you!” He says, all sort of accusingly, like I wasn’t the only one in my bed last night, and whilst, yes we both had, had a few drinks, neither of us can plead intoxication. If only.“Good morning, Mr Radford, I’m Angela, your PA, please call me Angie, everyone does, here is a list of all the current ……..I go all. He then lowered my legs, got off the bed and ran into his parents room, only to return a few moments later with a bottle. He then got back on the bed and some of the jelly like substance from the bottle, rubbing it all over his cock and some one my ass hole. After doing this he placed the bottle on the floor and got back into position. Once again he moved his cock towards my hole, but this time he pressed a lot softer and moved his cock in a circular motion around my rim, causing me to relax. Then I smiled to myself. Plenty had fended meoff before I'd met Cindy. I nibbled. I was much too nervous to eat anything. I keptglancing sideways in every direction, looking to see if anyone wasstaring, fearful that someone might recognize me under my lacqueredface and curled hair, seeing with incredulity that there wasCindy's husband gussied up in one of her dresses, out on the townwith another woman. Once I thought I saw Bill's back rounding thebar and heading for the men's room, and.