I spent hours doing research and by then my entrepreneurial mind was already in the initial stages of plotting my future. Meeting my Aunt Claire was p...obably the best thing that ever happened to me. At the time I was on the verge of giving up my virginity to this jerky football playing upperclassman and instead I discovered my power and self-worth. Let me get this clear right from the start. I have ZERO REMORSE about what I do to men. I can't stress that enough. As far as I'm concerned, I'm. I then grab you round the throat with one hand, pushing you down again onto the bed, holding you their, as I reach over to the bedside table and retrieve a pair of scissors, a tool for my evening of abuse. Your eyes are wide as you watch me cut your bra from your body, trembling as you feel the cold metal against your skin, not daring to speak. The material falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to me. "I hope you brought a change of clothes slut, because you won't be leaving in these!" I. ..,” I repeated involuntarily.I bucked and bucked against my restraints, but the fingers inside me never missed a beat, the flicking of my clit was meticulous, even at the height of climax. My bucking became more violent, more furtive as my orgasm subsided, but the stimulation continued unabated. There would be no post-orgasmic respite, just more stimulation of my pulsing cunt and clit. Teasingly, the speed of the thrusting fingers began to slow, a depraved decrescendo, until finally they were. Of course, this morning my hand was cupping a warm breast with a hard nipple poking into my hand and buns were gently rocking against my erection. I was a lot closer to coming than I realized when I first woke up and pushed against her. I started to pull away, but Doreen kept hold of my hand and rubbed it against her breast."Doreen," I whispered."Go ahead, boyfriend," she said. "I don't mind. In fact, I'd like it a lot. It would make me feel like I'm really one of your girlfriends." I don't.