I knelt down again and grabbed your ankles and pulled your feet apart. Your hands were still above your head, your bottom was still sticking out, now ...ith your feet wide apart I could see your pussy, it was waxed and the inner lips protruded past the outer lips and they glistened with your juice. I brought my hands up from your ankles my fingers stroking the inside of your legs until they reached your pussy lips. I gently brought the tips of my fingers to touch your pussy, you moaned. I ran my. “I felt we should clear the air, clarify things Aunt Lydia,” he told her.“What is there to clarify?” asked his aunt. “I am now a widow dependent on the charity of my nephew and my daughters.”“No,” said Jake, “your position hasn’t changed. You are still the lady of the house. Previously that position was maintained by Uncle John, now by myself, Caroline and Victoria. We are all working to build up the family business and its fortunes and you are just as much a part of that as you ever were.”“I’m. Easily ignoring her feeble struggling, I worked up some saliva and spat on her asshole, then without hesitation, jammed a finger into her. She screamed! As a reminder of my threat I pulled her head up by her hair, and smashed her face into the carpet, hissing at her to shut the fuck up. I began plugging my finger in and out of her, oblivious to her pain, only seeking to stretch her a bit so it wouldn't be uncomfortabley tight. I spat more, added a second finger, then and third. That's when I. Peeing in the lot is bad, Joey, real bad. You're in a lot of trouble. No, please, Pete, I had to go and I was afraid to try to make it home. Please don't tell. I'll do anything. Wow, was that the wrong thing to say. Pete was around 16 or 17 and I was 10 and afraid of older boys who sometimes bullied me at school because I was small. Ha! Ok, on your knees and lick the branch where you pee'ed you little pervert. Yuck, I thought but getting a whipping from my dad was not an alternative so.