Aunty: beta me nikalti hu tumhare kapdeIr mere sare kapde nikal diye me under wear me tha or mera lund khada hoke chudai ke liye redy tha.Aunty :are w... ye to pehelesehi redy heOr pant utarke nere lundko hilane lag gayiMuze jara odd laga q ki abtak mere lund ko aunty ke siwa kisi ladkine hat me leke hilaya nahi tha.Me: aunty apko kesa laga…?Aunty: hmm mast he beta logoka laba hota he tera brod bhi he.Fir aunty ne nighty nikali or bola ye le teri aunty ko kha,ja.Me: me 2 min dekhta hi reh gaya. Meanwhile over at the Jackson residence Michelle Jackson was busy getting herself ready for the day. She had done her research and found out a few things about Stella Harris including the fact she liked to hit the juice most days and her tipple of choice was a Bloody Mary. She had sensed Stella Harris’s neediness to be her friend and had decided today was the day she began to let her have what she desired and more. As she surveyed the contents of her fridge to ensure she had all that was. The fact that most of these guys were not armed seemed a little foolish to me, but orders are orders. I didn’t see any bunker, so I got down low behind some stacked sand bags. Flares were getting shot up all over the place now and it was almost like daylight. I decided then and there it might be better to find a place to spend the night other than the “safe” Air Base. My first job was to liberate a functional M16 and get myself a pocket gun for back-up in situations like these.The “Trash Cans”. "The matter is dropped, little one. I do not wish to hear about this again. Is that understood?" I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Yes Mistress. I understand." I said as I looked at my feet. I hated disappointing her so I didn't push the matter anymore. I was kind of surprised anyway. She didn't even spank me for bringing up a subject that she considered taboo. Not sex with men so much as me trying to intimate a sexual act with another person. Only she had the right to.