She frowned. "Who said anything about City Council? This was the Olympic Council." "You're on the Olympic Committee?" I asked without really thinking... There was still enough male in my mind to think of "Olympics" as only sports. Diana looked at me with a patronizing smile. "Was that a joke, or are you being uncharacteristically dense today?" "Oh," I said, abashed. "That Olympic Council." It certainly explained where the Judge had been all morning. He had mentioned the Olympic Council to. I asked her if she was alright. She replied that her back was aching and so I offered to massage her. She lied down on her stomach. I took some oil and started massaging over her back.I started to get a hard-on. So, I decided that instead of sitting on her side, I sat on her thighs just so that my penis was aiming into my aunt’s ass. I massage her waist and shoulders. She was wearing a blouse which was stopping me from feeling her whole back. But I continued. She started making noises and was. He became asemi regular at a local bar. (read bar - dive) I knew about this placebut never frequented it myself.I had never been out of my house as Carol, my femme name, but would needto in order to carry out my plan for revenge. This guy, Thomas , is theone who made me jack him off at least three times, but he wasn't theworst of them, and that wasn't the worst that happened to me that dayeight years ago. 1I planned everything almost as if I was on "Mission. "Ah, a chair, to sit by the fire, perhaps a book?" A book, you can read? Very well I will see what is allowed." A short bow and she was gone.A chair was brought, with an extra blanket. A thick book. And she was gone again.I curled up in the chair with the blanket around my shoulders and opened the book. It was hard to read my mind wandered back to what she had said. They weren't going to contact my father. What then did they intend to do? And who held me? Why? With these questions dancing in my.