She was a cheerleader. Did I ever tell you that?”“Uh-uh.”He took another swig of beer. “That’s how we started talking to each other.” He l...ughed. “It was kind of a joke when we were seniors—I was captain of the basketball team and she was the head cheerleader. Believe it or not, we were Mr. and Miss Franklin High School.” He laughed, the sound full of irony. “Perfect, right?” He laughed again, darker still. “Little did I know.”Another swig of beer. “Before things fell apart, we were together. I felt understood and therefore happy! And now I'm here in front of her to show her my submission, the acceptance of my role, and this in complete freedom. Freedom that I have gained thanks to her "I took my head in my hands and pulled her face up to see what I knew I would find. In fact, her eyes were swollen, full of vainly held tears, given the two signs of mascara that dripped from them.I knew they were tears of happiness and I was almost moved by the deep feeling that I read in those. I lowered the rope slightly, until her tits were barely above the workbench. Then, I picked up the thick, rough mat from in front of the door, and placed it on the workbench directly under my beautiful niece’s tits. Her nipples barely grazed the coarse, itchy mat, as her firm boobs swung freely over top of it. I went back to my “toy box”, and selected a longer, beefier dildo. It had a built-in handle so it could be used with authority.It was at that point that I remembered I needed to. Kathy could feel his cock pushing hard against her abdomen and a longing in her vagina.She reached down to take his hardness in her hand and slip it inside her.“I’m sorry it’s so small Kathy”She smacked his bum.“If you keep apologising to me Jeff, I’m going to take the belt off your trousers and give you a sound spanking”“Sorry”“Shut up you silly thing.”“I don’t mind if you spank me, you can whip….”“Jeff, for fucks sake shut up, you are being really silly now.” “Sorry………… but I don’t mind if.