It was as if she was drunk on his presence. She must focus on what he is saying. Firmly, he explained his expectations and his rules. She would be nud... all week unless they need to go out. She would say, "Yes, Sir." She would do as told and do nothing without permission. Her knees buckled at the thoughts and her desires and she found herself leaning on the wall for support as he just stood and watched. He offered no assistance, no words of encouragement, not even a sign of compasion. He walked. She ran on the balls of her feet and her arms did not cross in front of her. Her signature long French braid flipped in circles as she ran.Even her arms had an erotic flair to them. When she wore a short top or just the sports bra her abdominal muscles rippled to reflect the runner that she was.For whatever reason, she was never very popular. Maybe she was just too focused on her studies; trying to get by on a track scholarship that required twenty miles of interval training six days a week,. “I’m sure you’re going to like it, because you remind me of how I used to feel” he said reaching out to put his hand over mine. Squeezing it gently, he looked into my eyes and smiled as his head moved closer towards me, and kissed me. Pulling away he stood up and led me into his bedroom.As we stood at the end of the bed his tongue began probing my mouth as one of his hands slowly began kneading my ass, working its way up and down the back of my thighs, as his other was sliding under my shirt. Aunty she said ha ha thank you and she said that we shall go in her car for which I refused and asked her to come on my bike first she refused to come but I said aunty this is my new bike I want you to sit on it please accept I said but my intention was to feel her soft boobs from back while going on bike then she accepted for it and said I too not had a bike ride since years chalo lets go then I started my bike to my surprise aunty not sat in single she sat both sides by putting her legs on.