I remember how kind and gentle he was holding me in his strongarms. The music kept drumming messages through my dreams of how much Ilove and adore him... And how beautiful uncle Kyle's body is. How big andhard his cock is. How much I want to be on my knees taking care of itand thanking him in my own special way for saving my life. How much Iwanted a real pussy for him to put it in.I was startled awake by a knock on the door. I hastily sat up and pulledmy robe together. The movie and music was. ” I reached over and touched the carnelian stone at her throat. It seemed to pulse beneath my fingertip. She turned toward me and drew me down to her lips for a long kiss. If we hadn’t just left Morgan—so knocked out that she was still in bed—our kiss might have escalated to something even more intense.“Now, back to the painting I stole.”“It won’t be in the exhibition?” I asked. When her father bought the painting, he agreed that we could still exhibit it. He’d been a hard negotiator on the. Now bend over the stool, if you promise to be good I won't have to tieand gag you."I nodded and said, "I promise to be good aunty."I bent over and Aunty pulled my panties down she then pulled on theblue cord and slowly removed the tampon, this hurt a little but it feltso nice when removed. "Into the bathroom and do what is necessary andthen a nice long shower darling."After I had showered Aunty put an ivory coloured bra on me and matchingpanties these had a panty pad in them. I was then led to. When she walked out of her office, I was pleasantly surprised to see she was in her early forties. I guessed her height to be 5'8", a solid 140 lbs.She was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a slit about half way up, which looked to be buttoned on the side, a light pink blouse, and probably a three-inch heel. The blouse was hiding her tits, but I quickly guessed them to be a 33C. It wasn't only her dress that got me aroused, but also her long flowing down her back brown hair and porcelain.