Many fetishes to come. Women's clothes always caught my eye. Glimpses of my mom and sister as they were getting dressed or undressed. When their garme...ts were drying on the clothes line. Blowing gently in the breeze or placed on top of the clothes basket and sprawled on the bed ready to be put away. Better yet, all placed in neat stacks in the dresser drawers. Panty hose, underwear, dress slips, and especially bras. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BRAS! ( . Y . ) They are a very unique garment specific to. I turned to face him noticing the camera was still focused on me. How exciting that he was filming me the entire time. "Now that you know that we are going to be entering our," he paused, "sex dungeon, for lack of a better word, and you will be thoroughly used in ways you have never been, do you still consent?"I could hardly hold back my giddiness as I said with a huge grin, "hell yeah, Daddy!" From here on out, everything that happens in this room will be captured by the 15 cameras you see. The hallway is dim, lit only by a few bulbs shining pale, golden light down from the ceiling. The walls feel too constraining, as if they're literally inching their way closer and closer, and the air is too thick. No visible smoke resonates at the moment, but walking in this place just puts more of a burden on the lungs than being outside. Every few steps is a door, some open and showing suitcases full of cocaine. God, take one whiff in this place and you're high as a kite.The destination is. (Close my eyes. Ok. Furniture. A desk in the living room. Nothing sexual about that, there we go. Deep breathe. Deep breathe.) Suddenly…(A vision of me pounding my bent over Aunt from behind gripping and spreading her ass cheeks as she held onto the desk for support screaming at the top of her lungs)Fuck. This isn’t working.God it was so hot though, I felt powerless. I never thought of my Aunt like this before. I was always quite aware of how crazy hot she was, but nothing like this. I didn’t.