“The one being tied up or the one doing the tying?” John added, sensing my nervousness. “The one being tied up,” I murmured. “Always the one...being tied up.” “Oh so we’ve got a little slave girl on our hands!” giggled Emma. “Don’t worry though; loads of people have submissive fantasies.” “Yes,” added John. “It’s just most people are too afraid to carry them out.” I didn’t know what to say. This situation was totally alien to me. Just openly discussing my sexual fantasies with a couple I’d only. Aunty didn’t bring extra focus to this and kept doing what she was doing. She was enjoying this as much as us with slow to and fro actions of her hands. She kept talking in between saying, “yes, like that, nice and clean”. uncle was still supple but I had a fair hard-on by now. I was embarrassed as my penis was hard and pointing straight at auntie’s face. I wanted to hide my condition with my hands but who was I kidding? She was sitting right in front of my and they both could clearly see it.. We were cold. It was spring, but the desert air quickly turned frigid as the storm rushed in and we had to pull our rain gear out of our packs to stay warm. Putting more clothes on is the opposite of what we want to do when we adventure into the backcountry. But, we did what we had to do and trekked our muddy boots through the soggy Seussian desert, admired the gnarly dancing Joshua Trees, and hoped that the rain ceased and the sun found its way out from behind the stormy clouds.For six miles. I laughed and just said ‘yeah’ but he said that I could wank if I liked as he would like to see…if I wanted to.Nervously I lowered my jeans and shorts allowing my cock to pop up, my eyes fixed to the TV as I gave a few strokes. The ex was more familiar with this and was watching me, saying it was interesting how I wanked it and it looked good. Then he asked if he could do the same, and I nodded. He pulled out his uncut hard cock for me to see and moved over to show me how he pulled his foreskin.