I took a few outfits into the dressing room, it's the type with the curtin you close behind you. I closed the curtain making sure to leave it partiall... open. I could see the boys had moved behind a rack of clothes, directly across from me. They stood there staring at the dressing room, as I began to undress. All I had on was the skirt and blouse, so I was nude in a flash. I thought their eyes were going to pop out of their heads, slowly I put the new outfit on, and walked over to the mirrors. The perfume of her flower, her sweet streams of milk, generate a powerful erection. Her body responds when he nurses, her flower clinging tightly to his hardened staff, exciting me, hurting me. I wish to offer her that pleasure. He suckles in front of me, teasing me. I am restricted to silence. If I intrude, I will be punished, forced to service him harshly alongside her. I am washed with lust and jealousy. As we give ourselves to him, I quietly yearn for time with her in the amethyst. Now I can take steps but could not run. I feel like a kidnap victim again. There is a rush of excitement in my stomach again. He unlocks the right foot. He moves up to my right wrist and unlocks it. "Do not do anything stupid. My princess is counting on you." He says. He unlocks my left hand. "You have two minutes to take care of business. I hear him leave the room. My steps are short not to pull too far. Unsure how much I can walk, not seeing the chain. I get to the bathroom and take care of. She was just too nice to be treated that way.So, one day I went over and when she let me in, I kissed her as usual, but this time it was firmly on the lips pulling her much tighter than normal. Well, I was sixteen and horny and, well, my aunt is a very pretty woman. Just like my mom, like I said, they're virtually identical.My Aunt Tina is five-five, long, glossy brown hair down past her shoulders, blue-gray eyes, smooth, ivory skin, and a very nice figure. Since she's just like my mom, I know.