She was helpless. She was naked and her secrets displayed for all to see. For her legs were wide open and her feet secured to keep them that way.Looki...g to right and left she saw four other young women, all similarly bound and similarly awakening to the horrors of a new and ghastly life away from family, friends and kindness. She must be dreaming this! Her recent fantasies had made her sleeping mind conjure up this grim vision. In a few minutes she would wake up.A man appeared. He was large, he. As he walked he cut a handsome figure with impeccable posture and a well tailored suit complete with Italian leather shoes. Knocking at the door, he calmed himself for his customer. Monica froze and gulped back the last of the wine. Going to the mirror, she smoothed down her plum dress and walked to the door in her stilettoes. She knew she looked good but felt jitters rush through her, I'm paying him, she thought, he just does the dick. Opening the door, Monica and Ethan came face to face,. I went there and saw the younger son crying. So, I asked what was the matter. Aunty told me that he wanted tickets for the matches, but she could not get them.I told her to calm down and rang my friend for the tickets for the match. He arranged the tickets for me. She was very happy and hugged me. I was very happy as well. I went home and masturbated remembering the touch of her soft boobs.From that day onward, she and I grew close. She used to touch my arms casually, pat my back. We used to. She said that I could leave now if wanted and take theold lingerie — or I could stay. If I stayed I would need to follow herevery order. Of course, I stayed and she gave me a little drink of brandy — for my‘courage’. We went into her bedroom and she said: “Strip to your underwear. Takethe old panties out of the bag and kiss the crotch. Take your underwearoff and put on mine. Do the same with the bra.” She was XXL and 42C. Istood in front of her in her panties and bra. I was getting aroused.