Joe’s as the grown-ups continued to sit at the picnic table in our backyard to chat. I listened to their uninspiring conversation as I played on the...deck near by. Then I noticed them for the first time under the table….my aunt’s feet. They were my kind of feet! Very tired looking. Dry, cracked skin on the heels and toes. Her toenails were painted a dark red. Her feet weren’t too big, maybe a size 7, and they she perfect arches. She was dangling her well-worn black sandals. I wanted to lick. She cleaned her pussy also as she knew Michael expected cleanliness. While she was showering, Michael too took a quick shower. He expected his slaves to be clean when he wanted to play so he figured hed lead by example. He also wouldnt expect a slave to go down on him all sweaty so he showered before play as much as possible. Silk jumped out of the shower as soon as she was clean. She didnt have her watch on so she wasnt sure how much time she had left. She hadnt washed her hair so all she had. I am not just going to fuck you get you pregnant and go on about my business. If we are going to do this it's going to be a commitment for both of us. Agreed?" You mean I am to be your slave to use whenever you want in any way you want. I am to call you Master and serve you at your beck and call–that kind of thing?" Something like that. You aren't the only one who has changed, Sis. You probably don't know this–Mom doesn't even know it–but I am pretty into the BDSM thing. At least I am. She smiled and slapped on my back and said chup….sharam nahin aati.I kept quiet. After a minute she said I am going down to cook dinner. She stood and went near the wall of the roof it was dark there I also got up and went behind her hands were on the wall which was till her waist, I stood beside her and said Bhabi are you angry with me. She said no no koi baat nahin yee sab hota hai. I said I am sorry for that but I was help less as people were pushing me from behind. She said Huuh did people.