My mane-like greasy hair, for which I was named the Wolf of the Forest, was slumped across my face, my skin on fire, standing to attention as she wait...ed for my response. “Who is there, at the door of Grandma’s?” I asked in my husky, dark voice. My sex dripping in anticipation. “It is I, your Red Riding Hood, I have come to visit and satisfy my hunger,” was her sheepish reply. She knew I was there, that I would be waiting for her. I opened the door and she merely slid her body against the frame,. At my wife's expense! With her legs trembling she has handed the leash back to Earl, Julies personal trainer who has now told the six black training instructors to give her a good hard cock fucking at both ends. While they,... those in attendance with cameras flashing almost by the second continue to take more pictures, two of the instructors have immediately placed their big black cocks, one in her pussy and the other in her mouth followed by them expertly and harshly hard. Maybe I could find a job. I was pretty sure the money I had left would not get me to California.I grabbed a paper off the large pile of old newspapers near the front door and turned to the want ads. Like most places employers wanted people with experience. I certainly had no skills other than throwing a football and smiled ruefully as I scanned the ads thinking there probably wouldn't be one looking for an "experienced high school quarterback".There was one that said "Ranch Hand" and I figured. She kind of stares at me for a minute and then puts two and twotogether and just returns to the lecture. I get to the end of the class,almost, when an assistant principal shows up and says I have to go theprincipal's office. I just sit in the outer waiting room. No one talksto me. Clearly I am in trouble, I suppose. I am missing math class,which was a practice test, for our final. I just read my assigned book,the Diary of Anne Frank. The last chapter is so sad. She almost madeit. How.