Hazel and Flower were sitting at the table.Cheri pulled me forward to stand beside her. “Hazel, this is my boyfriend, Morgan. Morgan, this is my aun... Hazel.”Hazel stood and we gave each other a thorough once-over. She was wearing tight black gym shorts and a threadbare white tank top. My first impression was right: she was buff. Standing a good four inches taller than Cheri and Flower, the top of her head came up to my nose. She had six-pack abs, cut biceps, and her thighs were taut as coiled. This position is called ‘punishment’. You are not to move or make a sound. You are to keep count when punished, think of the reason you got the punishment and thank me after. Remember that.” I quickly take the position and I feel my legs ache, but the hands on the ground give me support. I see my wife crawling to the Mistress with a cane between her teeth and she positions herself at her feet. “Now, you eat and used the bathroom without my approval and looked at me when you thought I was. I'm begging you to tell me," I almost cried with concern.But was slightly distracted while his hands kneaded my breasts and tweaked at my painfully hard nipples.My mouth opened with a silent scream when he began fingering my clit, for this was as unusual as the rest of today."I am madly in love with the girl I fuck nearly every day," he admitted.I was on the verge of tears. "There is another girl? Oh...well she's a very fortunate girl t-to be, to be loved by, by y-you," I hiccuped, cursed by my. Red. In his hair. His hands went to his head and he saw he was wearing a thick red glove on one hand and a red wrist band on the second. Also, his fingers were ... not dainty. But they were a fuck of a lot thinner.“What the-” Merton heard his voice pitched up a few registers. “EEEEEEE!” He squealed.Or, more accurately.She squealed.She looked down at her breasts and saw that not only did she have breasts, but they were contained in a black and red patterned Japanese school girl uniform. A.