” Feeling like a dog, I started to rise. “Did I say stand?” she said, struggling to keep a straight face, “Crawl, bitch.” I crawled quick...y across the room to her. “Good,” she said, “Here’s a treat.” She bent down and planted a kiss on my lips. I was shocked to begin with, but relaxed into the softness of her mouth. “You like that?” she said, smiling, “I’ve got something for you.” She picked up a leash and collar from the table, grinning wickedly and began to clip it around my neck. . Against her belly she felt Tod’s cock begin to stiffen. Oh the joys of an eighteen year old, she thought, hard all the time and quick to return after being drained of juice.“Aunt Nora, ahh could we . . . ahh you know, could we do it?”“Tod, I think under the circumstances, you could drop the “aunt’ part.”“I like calling you aunt, it reminds me of who I’m doing it with and is more exciting, that is if you don’t mind me calling you aunt. And can we . . . ah . . . you know, do it.”“I never thought. I gasp at the intrusion and attempt to rock back against your finger, demanding you push deeper. One knuckle, two, your forefinger is seated to the hilt in my tight ass. You move it gently to stretch my hole to your satisfaction. The toy you’ve selected is a butt plug, slightly bigger than the width of your finger, a bullet vibe looped through a hole at the end. You pull your finger back and begin to push the plug inside me.I moan, a low, guttural sound. I can feel my pussy clenching in a mock. I wasn't sure what he was going to do with it, but as soon as I saw it I knew what I could use it for. I explained what I was doing and showed him one of the squares. I asked if he could carve a hawk like that only smaller; small enough to fit into the square. He asked me for some very small knives that were very sharp. I made him the best blades that I had ever made, and he brought me back that hawk carved on a piece of hard wood. I made up a batch of the clay and wet the hawk and pressed it.