"What made him interesting?" I asked."I don't know," she said. She got this weird listless tone in her voice as if she was remembering something reall... special. The tone in her voice was either fake or real. If it was fake the bitch was trying to manipulate me. If it was real, then she had either fucked Larry already or was thinking about it."Grab your purse," I said. "Let's go for a ride." She looked startled. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the apartment. I made sure she got. There, there. You're dripping out of yourmouth and that won't do."She reached to the bedside table drawer and took out a neatly foldedsatin hankerchief with lace trimming before dabbing John's lips andmouth around the ball gag."There, there pet. Aunty Joyce will make it better. Take away all thatslavering."Joyce had taken to calling herself 'Aunty' in front of John because sherather liked the idea of looking after her 'nephew' while moulding himinto the subservient and obedient little boy she. Instead of the rusty old bath, there was now a proper tiled shower cubicle and a cupboard; the whole room was bright and clean. The sink and toilet were not only new, but they matched! The grotty floor had been carpeted, and there was a huge fluffy mat by the shower."When we took the old immersion heater out of the hall, the plumber suggested we put the new one in the bathroom and make an airing cupboard out of it; and because we were a bit short of space he suggested installing a shower. She placed her hands behind her and leaned back, seemingly lost in the act, not even noticing her husband seated just 10 feet away.What John didn’t know was that a friend of the stranger, who had to first take his wife back to their room, was about to join the party.When the friend arrived, the stranger was now standing against the wall as Cindy was on the floor giving him a blowjob. “C’mon on in, man,” the stranger said. “This chick is hot.”As if John was not turned-on enough, this was putting.