I had just gotten under the covers when Aunt Rose returned in a long satin gown that was parted a little down the front. Her large breasts swayed fro... side to side and the slick satin didn’t make a sound as she came close. She pulled the covers back and slid into bed beside me.She settled in close to me and wrapped an arm around me pulling me close to her. I picked up the scent of her perfume and the soft silky fabric felt good against my face. My head fell onto her shoulder and in this. ”Mistress smiled.“ Soon you will be my slave girl, my cum slut, it’s what you have always wanted, it’s what you were born for. You will be happy being mine with no free will.The padlock was put back on and Mistress played with my erect and oh so sensitive nipples, kissing. licking and nibbling at them. I lay on the bed, and Mistress gave me a large dildo,"Fuck yourself girl”I inserted the rubber dick and slowly penetrated myself pushing harder and harder. I was not allowed to touch myself and. I lay in bed thinking of her and how she would taste, surely more stronger and potent than any nineteen year old I had ever had before, if woman were chocolate I see her as the more darker, flavorful kind, my preference when it comes to sweets that spoil us and indeed very delicious on occasion. Perhaps she is like wine, tasting better with age. So delicious from letting her flavors come into full bloom so that any lucky man could indulge his tongue inside her.A slight flicker of envy and. I began going to the local gym a few times a week. Over time, I met a few of the other guys. One fellow and I seemed to hit it off more than usual. He was about twenty-eight years old. Mike was almost fifteen years younger than Trish and I. Even so, Mike and I got along famously. We even stopped by the local pub a few times and hoisted a glass or two after a workout. I used to kid him in the locker room when we showered about his physical size. I named him ‘big man’ because his dick was almost.