“Oooh, how delightfully kinky,” Aunt Chelsea smiled and obliged Rebecca.It wasn’t some hardcore BDSM or anything like that. Aunt Chelsea wrapped...the scarf around the outside of Rebecca’s wrists, binding them lightly to the bedpost and tying an easy knot to hold her in place.Whack! Without warning, Aunt Chelsea rained the paddle down on Becky’s unprepared cheeks. Rebecca flinched a little but couldn’t move with the restraint.“How was that?” Aunt Chelsea asked as she stroked Rebecca’s backside. "Mom didn't grumble, but she thought that we were meddling. I told her that I was going to do some hunting on their property and was going home for a shotgun. She told me, "If you get a shotgun, get yourself a pistol to carry, too. You don't want to be caught without protection if there is really some kind of bad guy hanging around."It took me a little over a half-hour to run home to get a shotgun and a pistol. I brought my game bag as I figured I would at least get one rabbit. There was enough. I struggled for a while but managed to clip the back together after a little fiddling around.Wow! I thought, as I looked at myself in Veronica's vanity mirror. I wonder what it would feel like being Veronica and getting ready for school in the morning? I looked back in the drawer and found the matching black leather thong, slowly slipping it on over my growing cock. Next, I pulled out some over the knee high black socks and rolled them up my legs one by one. I felt a tingle in my penis as I. As I sat there I saw the girl walking by and I could see the cum on her face dripping down onto her shirt like she didn't even notice. The the guy started to leave but stopped infront of my booth. My heart started to race I thought he was going to do something to me. He came in and with a low tone voice said "did you enjoy the show"I nodded, he then said "do you want to see a butter show" I looked up to him and he unzipped his pants and they fell I could see the outline of his cock under his.