I hated them with a jealous hate that burned white hot.Fuck 'em.That had been my attitude on a lot of things for quite some time now. Fuck 'em. Fuck i.... Fuck everything.I had taken the window seat in the last row in first class this time; gotta love frequent flyer miles. I had a gazillion. They let me upgrade on damn near every flight I took.Most people take first class because they're looking for creature comforts. Not me. Not this time. This time I was scrunched with my back to the window, my. I take a photo of myself while I blow him an indiscernible kiss inside our large kitchen itself and then lay in the words that I typed beneath the snapshot itself and mail and onward over the whole thing to him. It is 165 kilobytes in bulk and dimension and it reaches him in less than ten seconds. Yuppie! There we go...Five minutes soon after, my phone dingdongs and peals sweetly and I know even without confirm it out that that is Stian Elberd coming back to me. I at last verify the ... MMS .... I love drinking cum.Me: Aunty, thank you. I hope uncle doesn’t find this out.Aunty: You don’t have to thank me. Now you have to return the favor by satisfying me.Me: I don’t understand.Aunty: You need to fuck me.Me: I was shocked listening to this. You are my friend’s mother. I can’t do this with you.Aunty: So does your dick or my pussy know our relation?She kneeled on the bed and unclasped her bra. And then pulled her leggings down along with her panty. Now aunty was naked too – two naked. I see a tall slim redhead. My hair is piled on top of my head with many strands now dangling around my face. I touch my bare neck, where my collar used to be, and am reminded once again that I am a slave. I turn to face the wall of mirrors, and look closer at my self. I am mesmerized by the steam, the fear, the confusion. What am I doing here, in this place, naked and very alone? I touch my neck again, watching myself in the mirror. My hand slides slowly down to my breasts, lightly touching the.