He wouldn’t let her make it a game. Dustin had forced her into really being his slave. Ironically, there was something liberating about that. She ha... to be the nastiest slut she could be for her nephew. It wasn’t her choice. It was simply the way things were. It was like being a kid again, when her stepdad or her uncle would simply tell her what to do and who to do it with.Dustin moaned as the tip of his aunt’s tongue traced a tiny circle around his puckered asshole.“Do you like that, baby?”. One, the very conventional, almost old-fashioned dildo. It has a semi pointed end and is quite slim. My thumb and finger over lap slightly when i hold it. It is smooth but made of rigid plastic. The other, more realistic in both size and texture. My thumb and finger do not quite meet, and although very firm is it made of softer rubber. i laid these toys on our bed while i prepared myself. I thought of how i would prepare the body i tend, for Your arrival. i ran a warm scented bath and bathed. She walked around and entered the passenger side. Hank was telling me about the vehicle. I said, “It sits well and I seem to be able to see around me. It’s worth a test drive also.”“Great! I will need your driver’s licenses to make a copy for insurance purposes.” We handed over our licenses. He went to make copies and get keys.A few moments later, a large heavy-set man came with him. “Missus and Mister Gillis, Hank will show you the vehicles. I think you will find they are exemplary examples of. .. And say, "So are we going to make this happen?" he smiles at me and gestures to the rest of the cast and crew that we are heading out. I guess we could have gotten a taxi, but we ended up at the T Station instead and went downstairs to catch the T. I'm sure we made small talk, but I don't remember what was said. I only remember the pounding of my heart and the wetness between my legs. The proper car comes and we get on. I whisper to Bill that I'm not wearing any panties and he gives a sharp.