She led us into the living room and we sat expectantly. Sal . . . kevin began. Tea? She interrupted. We both nodded and waited while Sara hurried out ...o the kitchen. She returned with a tray of biscuits and poured two steaming cups from an old brown pot. Ah Gran! This is Kevin and his sister Jenny. As I looked up at the old woman I saw a tear trickle down her cheek. Youve come back. She said. Just as you promised. Sorry? Kevin asked, in bewilderment. But I saw the piercing blue eyes hed. Donnie's eyes got wide, completely taken up by what we were doing, I truly experienced then the power my body had on boys and, of course, later, men.This is the most forward I'd ever been with anyone. The only other person who had ever seen any of my body was my sister. We had shown each other our bodies, I was just getting small boobs, Jana was A-cup, almost needing a B-cup. My pubic hair was very fine and light, Jana's darker, more plentiful, more bushy.Jana and I also had played with each. It was rhythmic sound. There were frantic moans that were deliberately hushed. He slowed down, sensed the direction - and tiptoed. The moans and grunts became louder, but only slightly - and then he found that he was in cluttered storage area filled with earthen amphoras and bronze statues from distant Rome that were gathering dust. All statues were of well endowed men, or of buxom women - in different states of lovemaking. The moans and grunts were coming from an adjacent room. A brick wall. It looked red and angry, attempting to swell around, almost engulf the series of gleaming steel rings. My cockhead, out beyond the last ring, was purple and swollen and glistening. I was afraid to know what touching it might feel like.She then wrapped a wide, stiff leather collar around my neck. It was contoured, so as she tightened and buckled it onto me, I felt it hold my head still and immobile. I felt a leather leash affixed to a small steel ring at the front dangle down between my false.