Main office jaaney lagamain aunty ke ghar gaya aunty boli beta raat ko door lock nahi kiya kya.Main bola sayad bhool gaya honga aunty muskarai aur bol... ki raat ko kabhi bhi lock kar ke sonamainey kaha ok aunty.Aunty ne muje lunch box deya aur main chala gaya.Raat ko main jab ghar aaya tou aunty bahar hee khadi tee aunty ne lal rang ki saari pahan rakhi jo aunty par bhout sut ho rahi teemuje dekh kar muskarai aur muje kaha chalo rohit khana khaa loo mainey kaha aunty aap ne khaa leya aunty boli. Mind your manners and say hello." Hello," they said in unison.Hunter registered their reply but his mind had already boomeranged in another direction. His name was Cole, she had said. He hadn't heard anyone use his given name in three years and he found it disconcerting. Somewhere deep inside he knew he wasn't Cole anymore. Worse, he was afraid he wasn't just Hunter anymore either. He tamped down the thought and returned to his family.He smiled at them. "Do you guys like presents?"In the family. ............I pull you down so you are impaled.......you feel my balls up against your arse.............I pull you down hard and savour the feeling of your tight pussy on my cockAnd thenI hold your hips.............and begin to pump my hard cock into you......................holding your hips.............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmslow at first and harder and harder and harderfuck yesfuck fuckI do youHarder and harderthe sight of your stockings.....................your. So imagine the time that it would take - to get the ropes so artistically over and around you body -- think about being blind folded and my hands and the rope as they together move over your body -- the rope staying there -- you feel the pressure of it -- little by little you can relax your body - and still you will not move -- the rope bind you -- till you are completely tied -- it is a peace of living art - you are that art -- now like any other artist I would want to admire my art. Do you.