So why was I so angry?Del Stevens and I had never gotten along, and we’d stayed out of each other’s way most of the time we were at school. But he...��d gotten under my skin shortly after my parents’ accident and had been like salt in a raw wound ever since.When the bell went to signal the end of the lesson, I picked up my books intending to hurry back to my locker and get off the school grounds—I was free period six and didn’t want to stick around if I didn’t have to. But before I could leave the. It was embarrassing and she didn’t quite understand what was happening, but was realizing it happened whenever she touched anyone. She was getting concerned as it got worse and worse over the course of the day – even if it did feel great. When it was time for her lunch break, she couldn’t take it anymore. She went into the bathroom and locked her door behind her. ‘What are you doing Angela?’ she asked herself as she reached down into her panties. She softly began to rub at her pussy. It wasn’t. I thought that this might be a problem until she made the comment, "I am the number one slave the others are just there for you to play with."I told her 'yes' and wanted to take her to my special place so she could meet the other girls.First I had her blindfolded, ears plugged, gagged, with a hood over everything and a locking collar on the hood so it could not be removed. Then her arms bound in an arm sleeve. Her ankles cuffed together and attached to the end of the arm sleeve keeping her in. She forgot during these moments it was her nephew, a bloodnephew of 17 years and she was 43.She then noticed herself in the mirror, and she to like him had olive skin and was lean. She had curly bronze hair and brown eyes she was also not too busty but had ample sized breasts. Prior to her marriage to her husband she was quite a lady who did enjoy her boyfriends company. Yet here she was being taken back to those days pre her marriage when she would be laying next to similar looking young men.