She was an expert gardener. People would often walk slowly past her property to OOH! and AHH! over her flowers and shrubs. Most summer evenings and we...kends, you could find her digging and planting in her garden.My aunt was an excellent cook and hostess. She would often have family gatherings at her house where we'd always have too much to eat. I remember those parties well because my aunt would always meet us at the door with a big smile and big, juicy, wet kisses that she would insist on. Quickly i washed me and the toy, and stepped out of the shower.After drying off, i dressed as Sir had instructed, the hood,boots,and corset, and with toy in hand staggered out the door and into the room indicated by Sir.Inside was a Dungeon, or torture chamber, there was a leather sling hanging from the ceiling,as well as a padded bench, a huge X frame was mounted to one wall, and the ceiling had several rings in it some with pullies attached, some open.Opposite the X frame was what looked like. The final confusing insult was she let me stick my fingers up her arse. SO WHATS THE FUCKING STORY HERE!!! Why won’t she let me stick my cock up there? I mean,I aint no super cock here.You know what I mean. Ten inch long and five inch wide,with a knob like a lump hammer. No sir…Im just slightly below your average joe.About six inches(On a good day).and about as thick as two fingers pressed together. So you get the picture now…this was a man totaly deflated and confused to fuck. The old self. He also wanted somewhere set back from the trail. It wasn't a well travelled one, in fact they hadn't seen anyone all day, but he didn't want any passer-by to come across their campsite. He hadn't slept last night, so he knew he would have to tonight.Midway through the afternoon, he saw a row of small trees and green bushes, taller than the scrub they were riding past, about a hundred yards or so off to his right. There was also a small rise behind the trees.He veered off the path over towards.