I want to make an appointment with Ivan and Kim for another BDSM session, and soon.”Richard confessed that he too could not stop thinking about our ...ecent adventures. He encouraged me to contact them.I called, and I could almost hear the smile in Ivan’s voice.“I’m glad you rang us, Janice,” he said. “We were wondering whether you and Richard were satisfied with the outcome of our last session. You were introduced to some elements of BDSM that were new and perhaps a stretch for each of you.”“Oh. She slowly moved her face close to mine. But then, I stopped her.“This feels wrong. You are my aunt. You look exactly like my mother. It just feels weird.”“I am your aunt, but we are not related by blood. Also, your mother and I don’t look the same. There are many differences that you haven’t noticed. Let me show you one,” she said while grabbing my hand and gently placing it on her neck.She guided my fingers until I touched a black spot pimple underneath her right ear.“If you look carefully,. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments Running her fingers across them, she felt the scars. Yes, they were there.“That… that was real?” she asked.He paused in his slow thrusting. “Yes, love. All real.”“I thought I dreamed it…” she whispered.Andrew resumed his slow fucking of her sublime pussy. “I want to give you a gift, but I can’t just ‘give it’. You have to accept it freely.”“I don’t understand… How can they already be healed…?” The pressure was building in her pussy again. Every nerve felt alive.Andrew smiled down at her..