Since this is my first story out here, I would apologize in advance for any mistakes and would love to make friends and like to have feedback on my ma...l Also, I am open to sex if any ladies reading this would like :)I am studying my engineering in a reputed college in Mumbai right now and this incident happened a few weeks back. The princess of the story in Pushpa aunty, the most perfect aunty I have ever seen. She is my friends mother and our very good family friend and would always be very. Oldham about what I had witnessed in her office that day and especially not to tell Suzanne. I promised not to tell anyone but she didn't say that I couldn't record the incident in my journal. That's what I was doing when Marcy called on Friday morning.Marcy wasn't anyone, was she? I shamelessly related the story to her."What do you have planned for New Years Eve?" Marcy asked."Nothing," I had to admit. "What are your plans?" Press is taking me to a party," she said cheerfully. When she called. That evening we sat and chatted before Glenda said she was off to bed, as she had to be in work early in the morning, after she had gone to bed Helen carried on chatting and having a drink, “so Chris what you been up to since I last came on holiday” “oh nothing really just working” “only working not fantasizing about making love to me” and laughed “if only” I smiled “oh if only not I would if I could” a devilish grin on her face “don’t that mean the same thing Helen”? She stood up and sat next. The final stop on this floor was the dungeon themed room. It had a St. John’s cross mounted to the wall with wrist and ankle cuffs to secure whoever was bound to it and an assortment of floggers and paddles in a bin beside it. There were also various swings and benches all bound in black leather and lots of mirrors to enhance viewing opportunities. While neither of them was really into hardcore BDSM, just being in this dark, toy-filled room was starting to get them both aroused.They had been.