I felt important.“She needs me as much as I need her,” I murmured, relaxing as the wine entered my bloodstream. It was a heady revelation for a si...teen year old high school student to make.“Please, please, please come home soon,” I prayed, picturing my Mistress somehow hearing my words and chuckling cruelly.o-O-oBy the time the next text arrived, I’d moved on, a little bored now, or at least frustrated, and perhaps a little tipsy after having a second glass of wine. I could feel my bladder. I rested my eyes on her tattoo, the flower and the butterfly. But my gaze fixed on the alluring sight of her puffy pussy lips and the folds of her hood.I shifted my mouth to my aunt's firm thigh and kissed and licked it, then returned to her pussy, the pussy I should by rights never even seen, far less pleasured -- let alone entered.Aunt Anne wriggled a little and sat up. I emerged from under her nightdress. I stared at her attractive, eager face and at her breasts, one bared and the other. Then I dragged myself out of bed, dressed myself and made breakfast.I went into the box room Lexxxi let me have as my home-office and grabbed my battered old briefcase. The leather coating was peeling off and one of the latches was broken. It’d been like this for months, but as my salary went straight into Lucy’s account, I’d have to convince her I really needed a new one. Those conversations rarely went well. I grabbed some random files, shoved them inside and slammed it shut.“I’m off to. "Barb, what are you doing in your wedding gown," he asked.Mom replied, "Don, that's Kelly. He's going to the Landsown charity ball with Karen." She... I mean, he looks exactly like you did on our wedding day. The resemblance is unbelievable," he said. "Kelly turn around, I want to see what you look like."I turned twice and waited for some comment. "He'd better be careful, because all the boys will be after him, like they were after you, Barb." "I'm sure Karen can give him a few hints on.