(Monty Python got it spot on: “you try and tell the young people of today that, and they won’t believe you” in the ‘Four Yorkshiremen’ or �...LUXURY” sketch – our mobile-phone-carrying kids simply cannot comprehend that only a few years before they were born, we had to rely on being at public phone boxes at set times to talk, otherwise we had to communicate with ‘snail mail’ letters. No mobile phones, no email, no instant messaging, no Skype. OUR parents often hadn’t even had the telephone option. What in God’s name made me place myself in that perverse, imaginary diorama? But he wasn’t a boy but a young man, a soldier who had been taught to thrust with a bayonet and to shoot his gun. And he wasn’t my nephew. Em and I had grown up and gone to school together - born days apart we looked superficially similar and as schoolgirls dressed our hair the same. I was an inch taller and some mistook me for Em’s older sister. She’d tell Brian, “Here’s your AuntIe Pen,” when I’d come to her. It’s too late, you should probably rest now” with great difficulty I spoke this time.“you said you are there for me to listen?” she said.“but you are not talking?” I blurted out.“I don’t want to talk. I just want to rest like this for a while, I feel safe and secure in your arms” I could feel her whole body against me.“what? Does she want to sleep like this? I cannot bend like this for the whole night. Oh god help me out”“what?” she said. I guess the last ‘oh god help me out’ came out loud and. She said," tell me your my bitch". I was then in incredible pain and had no choice but to shout out I'm your bitch please fuck me! To which she said "you need to be fucked like a bitch on your back with your legs spread" and then she flipped me over and spread my legs and shoved her cock in my ass. While she thrusts viciously in my ass she jerked my cock harder than ever before. I howled in pleasure and pain and humiliation she smiled her my humiliation and said "what's it to feel like to.