I started to struggle to feel the knifepress closer. "Hubby over there will take on butler duties and keep thehouse tidy and us fed and cared for. Sim...le isn't it?"The one who'd been wandering around then moved over to Jules. He hadthis long black rod thing. "Just to demonstrate your need to behave,Robert will now demonstrate." He poked the thing at Jules who suddenlyconvulsed and yelled out. I started to struggle again, but was held firmand reminded of the knife. Jules curled up on the floor. Get use to it.When she exited, i put on my Paper Bag (with small holes in it so i could see) and raced after her as she turned around and screamed and fled and i said "I'm fucking superman" but she wasn't paying attention because she was running so much and perhaps having an orgasm while being excited by my paper bag manliness.Anyways, I tackled her in my arms and dragged her to my truck ( a red pickup, with small purple and yellow lilacs painted on the side) and seatbelted her in a way to. " I'm not sure," he said, trying to regain some control and dignity, "I'm not gay, I'm not having a cock stuck in my arse, even by a hot woman."I saw now that the time had passed for me to be the beautiful seductress, I now had to be the dominant, in control woman, making him do just what I wanted."I wasn't asking you. I'm telling you," I said, changing my rich, soft tones to a commanding, angry voice, "Turn around and show me that arse. NOW. You say you're no queer but here you were a few. Me: Its okay aunty, I’ll be fine.Aunty: Its okay, you’re not bothering me. Pull it off.I opened my t-shirt. She took a long look at my bare chest and gave a sexy smile. I was amazed at her smile, but then I blushed. She pulled me back to the same position on the sofa, but very close to her this time. I could smell her perfume, mixed in her sweat. It was intoxicating me. She started massaging me, and slowly and sensually this time. I was confused at her sudden shower of love, but I too was.