Ek baar toh main unke ghar pe tha tab maine unki panty latki dekhi bathroom mein. Bahane se jaa kar main unhe sungne laga. Mujhe aunty ke upar maano e... crush sa ho gaya tha. Aksar mujhe sapne aate ki main unki le raha hu par mera pant mein hi chhut jaata.Fir ek din aunty ka phone aaya aur aunty ne mujhe ghar par bulaya. Unhone kaha ki woh Rohit se milne jaa rahi hai aur shopping karke aayi hai. Woh chahti hai ki main uski t – shirts pehen ke dikhau ki fitting kaisi hai.Humne kapde try kiye. Fir. "In my hand is ten meters of hemp pink rope. "Come over here, Baby," I say to her, my eyes not leaving hers. I take her hands in mine, loop the double-folded rope around her wrists in a knot, tight, but too tight. Locking the knot, I wrap it around her slim waist, a couple of turns before securing it behind her back.I take her head in my hands, looking her deep in her eyes, and ask her."Do you remember the safe word, Baby?" She nods."Say it, Baby," I tell her firmly, and she does.We have done. She was wearing a thong bikini that covered her private parts, but just barely. The top was two little patches of cloth that hid only her nipples. The bottom was even smaller. "Where did you get that," I asked? I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She pulled her sunglasses down just far enough to look over the top of them. "I bought it a few weeks ago. Been hiding it from Mom and Dad. Do you like it?"Before I could answer she looked at my crotch and smiled. "I think you do."There was no denying. I felt a slap on my shoulder and looked up to see Sue with Gordon. She was grinning at me.“Happy birthday again,” she said, and then looked at Mary.“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” she asked.“Sure,” I said. “Mary, this is Sue, a very good and close friend, and Sue, this is Mary, who sits in front of me in English.”Sue looked Mary up and down and then looked at me.“Good choice,” she said. “Remember to use my birthday gift.”Sue turned to Mary. “Nice to meet you,” she said,.