The turn on was not in bathing his shoes with my adoring tongue. Itwas in trying to show him how much i wanted to please him. After minutes ofservicin... his shoes. He said "Boy, rule number one is that you hold yourhands behind your back whenever you are not doing something that requirestheir use." i felt stupid after trying so hard to do things right. i lockedmy fingers together behind my back and continued. Several minutes more andSir spoke. "That's enough, come and sit down. We need to talk. My eyes widened and my mind raced. She didn’t…? “You can choose. Either you walk outside, but then you shouldn’t bother coming back. Or you do it here, while everyone watches you, as part of your punishment. Your choice!” Another cramp shot through my tummy and I gasped. She couldn’t expect that of me? My co-workers were lurking from behind their screens, cheeks flushed with excitement. I couldn’t lose my job. I had just saved enough to afford me a nice holiday abroad, the first time in five. All the way back home I was scared. But nothing bad happened to me. So I moved on considering our secret was safe.After a few days, my aunt called me to her home for helping her lift some heavy objects. Uncle was out of town, and so was my aunt’s daughter. Basically, she was home alone.I didn’t keep much eye contact with my aunt because I was kinda afraid that things might go wrong for me. But I was wrong. She locked the main door and asked me to come to the bedroom.I followed her, she was. A king size bed was there with just a sheet on it. In the corner was a hanging swing from the ceiling with legs straps. A bench was over by it that was padded with leather. I told Jerry that this is a nice party area for us. I sat down on the sofa letting my dress ride up high enough that they all could see that I wasn’t wearing panties in the middle so the boys could sit along side me. The boys started talking about how good my legs look, knowing that they were referring to my pussy more that.