I began by once again squeezing, twisting, and pulling on my wife's nipples, but after just a few moments I produced my two large, spring clamps which...I firmly secured on each of my wife's nipples. Having done that I brought out a roll of cord which I used to tightly bind her tits and I then looped the ends of the cord up around her neck so that her tits were two, firm, round globes rapidly going a deep red. I next dragged her tits upwards towards her head and tightly tied cord around her. I want to feel your tongue somewhere else right now… somewhere where I need it even more.” “Gosh, Aunty, where do you want me to put it? I’ll put it anywhere you want it!” the boy rasped, his balls seething in their sac as I played with them. “I’ll show you where I want that tongue, Arjun,” I said in a voice that dripped with honey. I lay on the cool floor and spread my long slim legs into a V. “Come on , Arjun, You got to remove my panties, you got to work for a pussy” I commanded. The boy. While holding onto the angel in front of me strongly, I carried her into the kitchen behind us and set her slim figure onto the counter, while somehow maintaining oral contact with her mouth. "Oooh, that's cold," Sammy giggled as her exposed legs touched the granite counter."Don't worry, baby," I offered, "my job is to warm you up to boiling point." Go for it!" Sammy smirked, leaning back, pulling her legs apart.Without pause, I was on my knees in a worshiping position before her. I pulled up. I rarely went out of the house, say only play on my xbox. Why wasnt this young lad going out on the lash and on the pull.Thats probably what made her ask if I was gay. We had a mini row when she broached the subject. I started to feel my blood boil. Why was she asking this! She had no right!I naturally denied it. Felt it wasnt for her to know. It wasnt the right time.We walked into Angie's house. Angie was the same age as mum, appraoching her mid 40's. Angie was my godparent and used to babysit.