Had she told me, the night before, "Uncle Bob, I think I'd like to try fucking, would you do that with me?" I would have argued against it. It's quite...possible I'd have kicked her out of my room.All that had changed.Before this, I had thought of her as my beautiful, talented, headstrong niece, a girl in her teenage years, who was available only in fantasies.That had changed.Now she was a woman, pure and simple. She was still Caitlin. She was still beautiful, and talented and headstrong. But. I had been randomly selected bythe two rich customers to participate in a sex show with two other girlsfor their amusement. Klarissa's attitude was so compliant that Irealized it was intended that I behave in the same manner.Klarissa, Danielle, and I went down on all fours. Klarissa leaned overand started kissing me on the lips. Soon she was sucking my tongue and Ihad to kiss her back. Danielle came up from behind me and unbuttoned mycat uniform and undressed me completely. As me and Klarissa. ‘Oh yes I do…’ I retorted, ‘But the last time we met you were about fourteen as I recall, you were in your tennis whites and going with Emma to play tennis at the recreation grounds.’ ‘Wow! You have a fantastic memory.’ She smiled. My fantastic memory was probably triggered by recalling that she had a fantastic arse, even as a school girl, in those frilly tennis knickers and micro short skirt. ‘I still play tennis…. My father built me a tennis court at home, you used to be a good player you. I felt dizzy with lust. “No,” I said. My eyes were focused on her as her eyes narrowed in surprise, before her soft but long palm forced its way into my pants, stroking my cock. I threw my head back in satisfaction, humping against her hand. I made to remove my headset in order to see her clearly when her hand stopped pleasuring me.“Leave it in, that is the only reason you don't see me," she commanded me. Before I could think of what she meant, I began to imagine myself on my knees, sucking.