She could also see the stripes Peter had left across her thighs as well as lower down her legs. She turned again and quickly brushed her hair, noting ...he cuffs at her wrists and ankles,and she was continually reminded of her status in this house, if by nothing more, than by their presence. As she finished her brushing, she heard a soft knock on the door. Peter opened the door and came into the bedroom. He was wearing pajama bottoms, and a short robe that fell to his mid-thigh. He asked politely. " Get over it silly man. You're the only one that will see me naked."As time went by, the visions of that day consumed me. I began to wonder how I could arrange even more risqué moments with my wife. It began to affect my work because of the time I was dedicating to setting up scenarios of exposure for my wife. I found myself going online and reading stories about men who were trying the same things I wanted to do.About three months later we got a knock on the door. It was the k** from next. My second period class was nearly the same but a bit larger and the third period class was only fifteen, every one a beauty.On the third day of my work, the first Friday, I sat in my tiny office and did some paper work, planning the next week's lectures when someone knocked and entered. It was nearly lunchtime.It was a tall blonde wearing the standard school uniform, tight-fitting Levis and a loose-fitting sweater that failed to reach the waist but hung over her hands. "Hi," she said, "I'm Pam. First one finger entering my girly sex-hole, then two,three."Gotta get you nice and wide honey, I'm quite a big guy, if you knowwhat I mean, a good 10 inches." he laughed.He passed me a bottle of poppers, which I quickly inhaled, no pointbeing a heroine here, 10 inches is a lot of cock.I did not have to wait long, within seconds I felt my bum-ring beingstretched as tip of his cock penetrated me. In and out, getting deeperevery time, an inch, 2 inch, 3 inch, working my tight pussy with it,God,.