"That was bloody close!" "Oh and we haven't finished yet!" Aunt May reached down and grabbed my crotch. Giving my cock a little squeeze, I just looked...back at with a shocked look and grab her wrist. "Aunt May Uncle is just down stairs!" "I know makes it more exciting doesn't it." "But he could come walking back up anytime." "That's the whole point, we could be doing it and he's just down stairs." Aunt May then began to pull at my sweat pants and dropped to her knees, it was the best sight I'd. ’ The look she gave me then convinced me she did know or suspect that Isobel had had me. There was no other way to describe what had happened between us although, of course, I’d been hoping she would. She leafed through my paintings and drawings again and lingered on the piece I had done that evening. She studied it and smiled at me. ‘Was it you who you were seeing there like that?’ The question stopped me dead. Her hand rested on mine. ‘Don’t be embarrassed.’ Her finger traced the clamp that. I knew that Maya had a somewhat sexual personality. But it came as a shocker to me too to know that she was doing it in the college!The teacher, however, had not spread the word publicly. Maya’s father is reputed in the country and she thought it was best that she go only to the Dean of our college to discuss it. In fact, the Dean, the teacher and I (Maya being my source) were the only ones who knew about this incident.So, one fine evening, after classes were over, Maya was called to the Dean’s. I poured one for each of us and we settled down to talk. ‘Jackson,’ she began, ‘we are faced with a commission for Jennifer like none I’ve ever had. I can’t tell you particulars, I gave my word … but, trust me when I tell you that she’s been abused in the most horrible of ways. She has never been able to recover and that’s where we’ll come in. I am going to start by working on her self image and ego. If I succeed, then you will become involved. It will be a slow process, her libido will have.