After that I didn’t see anything and couldn’t really tell what was going on. They got to work without a word, and all I could hear was the porn. ...I knew I had some very tight undergear on, then straps that buckled and some sort of something that connected to my cock, then some very tight long pants, things around my biceps and wrists, boots. I was left there a while as I heard computer keys clicking, and felt myself getting hotter. I knew they were watching me, getting turned on, we were. Stacy gets up onto her sexy heels and precariously rushes after Miss Cara. ~~~~~~ Stacy rounds a corner and finds a partitioned section of the club. A few dark, private booths reside in this quieter area. Miss Cara sits comfortably at one of the tables. She taps her long fingers on the cushion next to her, directing Stacy to her seat. "I like the privacy back here. It will let us chat a little more, thoroughly," Cara explains, mysteriously. Stacy sits down next to Cara and tries to get. "So how do you, you know, masturbate?" I pushed. "Well just like you, I get a visual in my head and play with my clit." She said. Aunt Kay has never been one to sugar coat anything. Being curious about what she thinks about I asked "About Rob or other men?" "Well, you know both. If I see an attractive man I might use that to fantasize about." She responded.A few days later Kay brought me some books about sex. This was before we had computers and internet. "Ben, I brought some books about sex,. Although it never got to that point with my wife but, she told me she that they were trying to set her up. They would have her play silly games during watching football like having her sit on one of their laps till the next commercial then switch. At first she would just sit and not think nothing of it but, later as she felt their COCKS getting thicker, bigger and harder, she would get horny. As time went on she would be looking forward to football games. She even wore sexier cloths. No.