Aunty Christine was another one of my naughty sexual fantasies as a teen, and by this point in the night I was drunk and horny enough to see her as a ...otential fuck. After tequila shots, Christine took of her bra and started lifting up her top, revealing her mature tits. I obviously saw this as a positive sign although I was very careful to hide my excitement! I offered them some more shots, and as soon as mum left the room to use the bathroom, I danced over to my drunk Aunt with one thing on. Claire chose this moment to come to her senses and realize that she was straddling a man she'd just met at work, fucking his brains out."Oh my GOD!" she shrieked as she looked down at her skirted regions and realized that I was inside her, "what is this?!?"My cock twitched, dumping the first load of sperm into her pussy. "An orgasm", I replied.I heard a gasp from behind the door and a male voice piped up, "Son of a bitch!"The world seemed to go into slow motion at this point, and three things. It took awhile before it became semi-natural for me but withconcentration I soon became accustomed to the discipline. If I were tobe a lady I should act like one!Inwardly I was happy I didn't buy a larger cup size. These seemed hugeto me although in retrospect they were quite appropriate. It didn'ttake long before I learned to love having breasts!It was nearly 1:00 and since I had time to kill I grabbed a bite oflunch. I went to a nice restaurant, had a glass of wine and a salad.The lunch. I ignored thequestion for the moment and fussed around the fastenings of the silkdress, peeling it away in layers. ?This will be an evening to rememberMistress.??I hope so. But I feel very nervous. I will be safe in the Maze, won?tI???Slaves are safe enough in the maze, Mistress. No one bothers them much ?they have nothing worth stealing after all.?Myrwynn stood in her white sheath like under garment and crossed her armsabout her chest as I moved to hang the silk dress up beside the.