The weirdest thing was, I wasn't thinking ahead. I was just winging it. No, that's not right. It felt comfortable. I really liked the timing aspect. M...st of the 'couplings' in my life had been either frantic, or 'get it over with' type scenarios. I liked setting the pace or changing it. And it was quite amazing to be fully clothed while she was completely naked and vulnerable. It made me even harder.Josephine came around the coffee table and stood before me, taking up exactly the same stance as. The lighting was very dark; most of the time, it seemed like we were in a dungeon. I spent most of the time in bondage, either clothed or partly clothed but, being fed or filled with an assortment of BBC. None of it was rough, all I ended up with was a mildly gaping cunt and some rope burns/marks. I could still work most nights.I was almost put out of commission near the end of it. The last few days I had the bigger cocks stuffing me, was tied-up for a few **** scenes and, there was a set-up of. I can't explain in words how strong the craving to become my Aunt's daughter became in my daily life. I woke up each morning with that thought and went to sleep with it still on my mind. Naturally, this constant desire led me to my first adolescent attempt at crossdressing. I wanted to "see" what I looked like dressed as a girl and how feminine clothing would actually feel against my skin. When Aunt Karen was out, I would go up to our attic, where I had discovered my Grandmother's old steamer. It was a nice looking, rather small dong. I grabbed it. I got down on my knees and looked at it. It felt strange. Like rubber. Then I put it in my mouth. It tasted funny. Not unpleasant. Derek put his hands on my head.The door buzzed again. I’m pretty sure my face was beet red. It was as if I’d been caught sucking his dick.“Gotta go,” I said. I stood and stuffed myself back into my pants. “Stay here.”I walked out to stand behind the counter while two ladies wandered around and chose a couple of.