Amy pulled the chastity key from her bra and ran it between her flirting lips.“I thought you wanted me to be your keyholder,” she whispered, “th...t means holding your key.”She pushed the key back inside her bra, the silver metal pushing in between her warm breasts and the tight touch of the provocative red lingerie. She pushed it in deeper until it touched her erect nipple.“I do,” Ben panted, strangely delighted by the beautiful brunette’s cruelty. The thrill of denial was starting to rival the. Since she’d broken her leg 2 weeks ago I had barely had time to myself. She’d snapped the ligaments in her knee tripping over her cat. Being eight and half months pregnant didn’t help either. Luckily junior was okay. But she had been practically invalided and house bound since the accident. I was her favorite for obvious reasons (search for aunties pee problem) hence the phone call . I drove over and let myself in. Auntie was lying on the couch like a beached whale. Her leg was covered. After work, she ran home and showered and looked through her closet for just the right outfit. With dark hair that fell to her shoulders, she chose a red dress that fit in all the right places and stood back to check out how she looked. With the new glow in her face and the red that complimented her hair and face and her new figure, she thought that she looked great. She only hoped that he would think so, too. Arriving at the restaurant, she stepped from the car and the valet almost dropped. Slowly she removed her left hand, she turned towards me and began to lick her sticky juices off her fingers. She then reached down again to wet her fingers from her beautiful pussy and asked if I would like to taste her. Oh did I ever but I wasn't drunk like Saturday night so my inhibitions were intact. I said that I wanted to but I shouldn't. Sara looked a little sad and reminded me that i tasted Jenny and inquired if I wasn't attracted to her of if I thought she was dirty. What was I to.