She was still contemplating the idea when Nadine emerged from the attic stairwell, her face flushed with obvious guilt.‘I’ve just had a pee in one...of the old computers,’ she offered as she passed. ‘Hopefully that twat Ray will piss off soon so we can have some real fun!’ For Zara who had witnessed Nadine’s hairy brown bush releasing her piss on many an occasion could only nod with excitement. It had been a long time since the girl’s had come together for a pissing contest over the office carpet. ” Serena’s voice lowered and became more seductive. “Brad, just because we are no longer together doesn’t mean you can’t have sex with me," she hesitated and smiled, "for a price.” "What?" Brad choked on his whiskey. "When did you become a hooker?" Brad's mind was coming unwrapped and he remembered Serena with Terronce that morning. The camera angle changed and, as Serena’s legs came into focus, she slightly lifted the négligée to expose very sexy panties. Serena licked her fingers and pulled. " Let's go into the den," Brad interrupted me. "It's quite comfortableand better. Nicky, please take Aunty Tammy there."I was now an Aunty in the English style. I had been there as a teenagerto my English cousins and had been taught to address elders as uncle oraunty. As Tom, I hadn't even been a real uncle here in the USA. Nicky'sacceptance of my female gender comforted me. She didn't judge me buthad found some bond which I didn't understand yet. Would she havecalled me uncle Tom if I was. A very short jacket with holes in the front where her breasts stuck out! And she had a whip that she would hit me with, not very hard because they didn't want many marks on my body, but it would hurt because she would whip my breasts and cunt. And the men would tie me up in positions where I was very uncomfortable, my legs spread and pulled up high and my cunt very open. And then they would fuck me over and over again. And if they got tired, they would put on fake cocks, big dildos that fit.