‘I just need space, Jonathan. After everything you’ve done, all we’ve been through, that’s the least you can do.’ He pinched his lips toget...her after licking them. ‘Okay, space,’ he whispered, stepping back. He looked at Darrel and I could see his jaw working. ‘I’ll give you your space,’ he said to me, but he was still looking at Darrel. I went with Darrel to his car and sighed, fighting the urge to look back at Jonathan. I sat in the car and put my book bag on the floor in between my feet. "I-I'm not a cuckold though?"You say this as as an attempt to have them free you from your chair, but deep down you know that you're a cuckold at heart."Well, that is precisely why we've brought you here. We have a small experiment." An experiment?" Yes. We've chosen to take males who have no known interest in cuckoldry, put them in here to watch females from their lives engage in sex." Why?" We simply wish to convert people to our lifestyle."You simply nod your head and pretend to look. The loudest moan/scream came from her mouth that I ever heard. I pull in and out of her wet cunt making sure that every once in a while to pull completely out of her and rub her own pussy juice around her asshole. With my cock out of her pussy I stick two finger into her and pull them out. I plunge my cock back into her waiting cunt and place my fingers in front of her mouth. Lick your own pussy juice of my fingers. She opens her mouth and places my two finger in. She licks all around my. He was wearing a white oxford with a tie and black trousers. Over this he wore a green apron with his name badge over his left breast. He looked sexy, even in work clothes. His eyes looked me up and down, but only from just above the knees to below the neck. I really realized that he was at the very least half my age. He was maybe 22 or 23 at the most. And seeing his brown eyes travel up and down my body, not quite to the floor and again not quite to the face, made me very aware that he was.