He was rubbing himself through his jeans while he chatted and didn’t bother stopping when I got in. “Chris has arrived now, so we’re on our way...you fucking slut. Get that dirty cunt nice and ready for us”.I asked about the family while we were driving over and we discussed what we were each getting mum for her Christmas present. Although what I, and particularly dad, was doing was so wrong it had strangely brought us closer together and had bred a certain familiarity and we felt more. "The good news and the bad news is they don't stay two forever. Anyway, should I tell Emily? If you're going to be near Bradford she might like to organize some kind of get together." I'd better call her and tell her myself," Eve smiled. "I've needed an excuse to talk to her anyway."After talking for a while, Eve commented they might as well get down to business, and suggested she and Dave go out on the enclosed back porch for their discussion. "Or," she added, "We could go out and get in the. It was pure professional talk about massage and we fixed an appointment at her home at 11 AM during a week day. Since I am used to massages very much, with the fair idea on it, went to her home at the fixed time. The door was opened by a mid-aged beautiful aunty with the well curved body in a night wear and a smile. I got into this duplex house and sat on the sofa with little nervousness. The lady gave me seductant kind of juice and had a short casual conversation to get comfortable and she. "Just as I told myself I would have a strap on. And astraitjacket. And one day, own a man, on a collar, and leash him. All ofthese things, I said to myself, would come in time.And he - whoever I chose, would suffer in the most delightful way for me. Bybeing milked while I watched.And forced to drink his own cum. Whilehis eyes pleaded me for mercy.Pathetically.**That night, like many others, I masturbated myself to sleep. That's what Ihad to do during finals, because I got so keyed up from.