The twins mother, my Aunt Edith, had already gone back home to settle her messy financial affairs that sounded so complicated that I had no urge to as...k any questions.The assistant principal, a nice unmarried man called Nick Monroe came straight to our table and told us, “Don’t go back to classes after lunch period. Go to the conference room next to the principal’s office and I will meet you there to discuss the agenda for Harry and Henrietta’s school year.”I was not sure that I liked being. He is my world, I live and breathe to please him, and in return, he lets me. His joy is my joy, his upset, my devastation. I look around myself, to find a kitty tray filled with posh, perfume scented cat litter, and realize it’s for me. It makes me aware of just how much I need the loo, and I delicately crouch in it, thankful for the privacy. I hear my pee hit the litter, and it’s so odd. So animal like, yet so much more natural than using the toilet. Humans are naturally meant to crouch when. But very quickly I was aware that I had little to say at all. "Mr. Adams could you do me a favor" Beth asked and before I could ask what she said "When you pick one of those black studs for your wife would you pick one for me and after you watch your wife getting fucked by her stud would you watch me getting fucked by the one you pick for me please" I was floored and looked at Betha nd shock my head yes. I had not even realized I was slowly stroking my cock through my slacks. Bethe reached down. Oddly, it wasn't Fred that held my attention. The other guy was shorter by a couple inches, had thick, dark, curly hair, and a smile that was ... well, it was really, really nice. Everything about him was nice. He exuded strength and honesty and trust ... and those eyes! Oh gosh, I think I could just fall into those eyes! I couldn't stop staring at him.The door opened behind me, and I turned to Fred as he came back in the room. I pointed over my shoulder. "Fred, who is that... ?" Sorry, Wendy..