She knew that she should have been angry andshocked at her eleven year old nephew's outrageous behavior and yet she couldn'thelp but admit to herself ...hat she wasn't!She was well aware that the young boy was profoundly upset at his action however,and she reached out her hand and gently touched his face, his hands runningthrough his hair. "Peter dear, what on earth is wrong with you, you've never doneanything like this before."Then almost as if it were someone else and not herself that was. She has a wheatish complexion. And a typical Marathi housewife cause we are from pune. So in my family there are four members my mom, dad, elder sister and me. In Pune, we had a 2000sqft plot and in 1000sqft we already had a small house of 1bhk and my dad was thinking of building two one-room kitchen so he can rent it and earn some more money. So this was happening long back when I was 13-14 years old and I was just a kid.My father had a word with a man and he was ready to construct the house. I could feel the ring of muscle opening up and being held open. He pumped it some more, then as I felt a throbbing, stretching sensation, he let go of it and left the inflated toy inside me. Now my cunt was burning and my arse was stretched open and my clit was screaming for help.I was pinned to the chair and could only take it. And all the time as pain and the anticipation of coming pleasure washed over me, all I could think was, Thank you Master. I worship you...He watched me take it, he. Both bathroom doors were open and we watched each other strip and then dress. If I hadn’t been excited before, I was now. We met in the bathroom for Agnes to brush her hair and for me to tie my tie correctly. I didn’t wear one often but Agnes had asked. She saw me struggle and helped. She moved close until we were touching along our bodies.I smiled. “Did you help your brothers tie their ties?”“Yes, but never standing this close. I like helping you dress.” She grinned. “I like helping you.