His sister Ellen was waiting at the terminal; there were smiles and hugs before she led him off to hunt down the next arrival, Cousin Ted and his broo.... "Evidently, the news that you'd show up this year was a big deal," Ellen told him as they walked. "All sorts of family is coming out of the woodwork. Uncle Patrick came out—" Seriously? With or without Aunt Gladys?" Without the shrewbitch," said Ellen. "Uncle Pat says she hasn't forgiven you guys for the thing with the cat." That was nine years. " I begged for forgiveness."So you don't think I'm too old?" she asked."No" I replied."So you must of liked what you saw?" she said while sitting on the foot of my bed."I guess." I answered nervously."You guess? Well this makes it look like you liked it a lot." she said as she reached out and softly ran a finger around the edge of my bulging cock. "I mean, I can't imagine that your big cock would be this hard if you didn't."She continued to edge her finger on the outside of my trunks outlining. Fishnets, fencenets, stayups, holdups, textured and patterned. Opera hose. Crotchless pantyhose. Seamed, sheer, opaque. I saw silky and glittery tights. Three or four bodystockings. And, in the back, about five garter belts of varying colors, widths and fabrics. I indulged my desire to run my hands through to soft, cool smoothness of the layers of thrilling tactile sensations. But then the last drawer beckoned. With intense excitement, I pulled it open. My jaw literally dropped as I. I waited until the noise quieted down, then continued swatting her beautiful body, gradually increasing the force of the blows, but keeping them well below what I knew my slave could normally tolerate. She'd been used hard today and had a lot more to do, and her ass was not normally stretched so tight, so I wanted to keep on the safe side. She didn't even groan with the first seven or eight strokes, but the next one made her whimper. She was unable to move up or down or front to back, but she.