“Coe inside and get out of those hot clothes. I suppose we’d all better wear something or poor Robert will be running around...with his thing sticking out.” My aunt knew only need one bed. She showed us our room in the rickety summer cottage. She went over to brush away am imaginary wrinkle, giving us both a glimpse of her hairy ass. She even had a black hair between her buns. “Iv’e been waiting to go in the water,” she. This is not anymore how it was before, that feeling offencing with Mistress's mind, try to outguess her. Those beginnings,those heady times when like a patient sculptor she would chisel away atme, chipping away to remake me in the image she wanted in more ways thanone. I would get these feelings of excitement then too but it would be becauseshe would show her possession over me bit by bit and it was so excitingbecause even if I could see her doing it, I was transfixed by how shewould manipulate. Maybe the short break wasnt such a good idea after all. The slow throbbing burn instantly turned into a searing welt of pain. Oh god! She thought frantically. I take it all back! I cant submit myself to this! But instead of vocalizing this thought, or breaking her position, she made her mind go to that special place, as she thought of it. The place where she was able to put her pain aside to accept Toms discipline. Coincidentally, it was going to this place that caused her greatest level of. “Shall we cut it up?”. “No no. What shall we tell when she wakes up?”. “If she wakes up now, what would we tell her?”. “Anyway we are screwed. Lets do it”. I heard them ruffling through their bags. I knew that they were looking for scissors. I wanted to get up and stop them. I wanted to tell them they can go head and remove my top, that I did not have any problems. But their talks had made me horny. I did not wanted to spoil the show. So I lay there silently, waiting for my new top to be torn.