Then it dawned on me, she was older that me, she had humiliated me, she should have known better and more importantly, what she did to me was wrong.It...was then I hatched my plan. Next time we visited Aunt Mary, I confronted Abbey in her bedroom,"What do you want pantyboy?" she sneered.I told her what I had been thinking about what happened,"Well what the fuck you going to do about it pantyboy, you can't tell anyone otherwise they will know you are a pervert," she saidI was really angry now and. She turned on the water, adjusted it to a warm setting and motioned for me to come in behind her. Mrs. Wilson was just an inch or so shorter than I was so I cold easily reach her back."Here you go Brad."She handed me her soapy washcloth and then, to my utter amazement pulled down the top of her swim suit to her waist. Oh don't misunderstand me; I couldn't see anything but her back. She had placed one arm over her breasts and the other one was holding the suit and from my vantage point all I saw. Enjoy! "This I'm going to have to see." Their slave was, as usual, lying on the steel floor, constrained by thechain attached to her collar. She looked up at them when they came in witha flicker of fear in her dull brown eyes, but they ignored her half-articulatedpleadings for mercy. Rob started to set up the object while Chris watched. It was a large pyramid, about three feet high. There was a long, thick protrusioncoming from the apex of the pyramid that looked like a series of balls.. It made me hard to think of you with another woman. I’m even more attracted to you, if that were possible.”“Oh yeah sure it does. You get to fuck another woman.”“Yeah and so do you, it’s a win win, right?” I said laughing.Terry laughed too.I assured Terry that I would take care of the creature comforts; food, drinks and music, the house would be spotless, sheets changed, laundry done, sex toys cleaned and new bottles of lube bought before Maire’s visit. Terry laughed and said “Good because I’m.