Very pretty. Like you,” he said.“Thank you,” she said with a smile he couldn’t help but love.“Was that too corny?"“No.”“I got to ask, ...ow’d you get into this anyway?" Jordan said.“Simple. I’m newly single. I’m not really an overtly sexual person, but the man that I was with did not give a damn. If he wanted it, we did it. Hell, my nephew heard me moaning in the other room multiple times in the past,” Isabella said.“Awkward. How old was he exactly?"“High school back then, but it made us closer.. He looked at me and in a rage said"what the fucking hell are you doing in here you pathetic queer boy" My cheeks reddened with shame as he launched a tirade of abuse, the like of which I had never encountered before. "Fuck off back to the porch and behave properly you cunt" he hissedI went back, rang the door bell and waited...what seemed to be ages. He eventually came to the door with a collar and lead, and called me in. "Get on all fours faggot" and h promptly put the collar and lead on me,. She told me about the college classes she was taking in art and art history, and how she hoped to get a job in a museum or gallery some day. She talked about her job at the airport bar, and how being a little shy made it hard sometimes. It turned out she was twenty-four, which technically wasn't too young for me under the old half my age plus seven rule. Not that it mattered, I was just curious.By the time we finished it was late, but I was glad I'd called. Josie was a breath of fresh air, and. As I stand infront of me, he traces his fingers on my body, from my collarbone to my chest. Suddenly he turns me around to face my aunt. "Look at this, this perfect, young body" He says as he pulls the straps of my bra down, exposing my boobs agian, pointless thought, but if you were going to strip me regardless, why dress me in the first place? Whatever, I thought, as my uncle grab the front of my bra and pull it off, ripping it in two. " Why couldn't you stay like this?" He mocks my aunt, who.