The meaty thwack of the crop rang home myposition of helplessness so decided to play along, bide my time and waitfor my chance to escape."Have you lea...ned a lesson young man?" I was asked, and panting andmmmmphing through the silken gag nodded in agreement. "Good, now let'sget on."I was then led by the leash through a doorway to a very spacious livingroom which was decorated very traditionally, led over to a largeluxurious sofa. I was forced to my knees and then bent over it. Somefiddling about. So everything was going well. I use see my aunts cleavages daily because she use to wear a blouse and lungi & cover it with a towel but at home she hardy use to cover her mountains, since it use to be hot.Slowly I began to masturbate thinking of her, I was in great need to fuck her but afraid if something wrong happens all will be in vain, so I was very much in control of myself. This was going until the great day of my life came when I finally fucked my aunt. It had happened like this, my. She continued leading the way. I began to smell the scent of a fresh paint job and brand new drywall along with other scents that signaled previous construction. Finally she spoke in a normal tone, "So my dad put in an extention to the house, so he could have this..." she opened the door and flipped on the light inside the new room. It was her father's personal indoor swimming pool as I later found out that Hannah had stolen the key to the pool. She looked over her shoulder at me with her. ”Sharon fell silent. “Well, aren’t you going to ask then?” said Juliette.She smiled. “Okay then, so what’s with the gynaecologist chair?”“So, you have seen them before then?”Sharon shook her head. “I’ve seen a proper gynaecologist chair,” she answered. “I was in one last week, but it never had straps to hold you down.”“Oh, do tell.”She shook her head. “It’s… it’s something and nothing.”“You are okay, aren’t you?” Juliette asked with concern.She shook her head once again. “It’s nothing like.