Maybe something around Vassar in Poughkeepsie. Then bring Nige to her Alma Mater, Bard. I heard it’s really pretty there.”“And maybe suggesting ... check it out.”“I’d rather you live in the city. Then to Woodstock. There’s a record store there. More hippy and folkie, but you never know. And an underground radio station. That we’ll definitely have to hit. Then maybe east to Amherst and the sister colleges there. You have to see the cool store. It’s a bookstore and record store and restaurant and. And now she sat, on this awful plug in her asshole, dry and burning, kneeling in front of her machine, his words still in the box he had left her to read, her entire body trembling. It was what she wanted, to be trapped, to be his, to be his object. The beating scared her, scared her bad, and she knew that he was much more depraved then she even knew about. As she called to secure her emergency 401K loan to give her Master His money, she knew, right then, she had no choice. It was no. It turns me on too, just knowing that he wants some of her, so I told her ot just let her conscience be her guide and if she wants to, she could even tease him just a little..I think that opened the door somewhat, because she says now, that she mentioned the day he caught her topless and asked him what he thought. Of course, he loved it and the even talked about it a little and laughed about him catching her. NOW, I think she is wanting to flash him right there at the fence and I think that. She stood there in shock because of her naked Nephew kissing her. She then kissed me back and then it was a blur because we were on the bed and I was unbuttoning her shirt and she was stroking me.This point in time I was 22 years old and she was 47 and both in the right place at the right time.It was surreal finally; I have to suck on her big beautiful tits. I knew Aunty was a kinky girl so I turned my body around with my bottom end toward her head and I started kissing and playing with her.