# Just after the women headed back into the bedroom, I heard the telltale clicking of the door being unlocked. Dad stumbled in, his sister glued to hi... chest. Aunt Cindy had her thighs wrapped around Dad's back, her arms around his neck. He pulled his mouth free of hers. "Sorry. Didn't realize anyone was here." Aunt Cindy stared between my legs. "Oh my sweet fucking lord," she said. "You didn't tell me your son was carrying that kind of package, Gus." "I didn't know he was," Dad said. Cindy. It was more of a sensation than a feeling. She felt the same tightness as she had, last night, just before she began to cum. COULD IT...? She suddenly realized that she was on the warm floor of the shower cabinet, and laying with her legs opened. She couldn't have? COULD SHE??? YET, here she was. She was on her back and something warm was going inside of her. Her eyes focused, and she knew that she was looking at Misti's rump. The feelings filled her, and exploded, making her cry out in. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the most painful of. My concentration shifted and slowly my right hand moved down between my legs. I gently rest a finger on my mound and could feel the heat. The mere brush of my fingertip sent a shiver along my spine. I cast my mind back to when I last felt like this but struggled to remember how long ago it was. My finger traced in little circles around my clit. The thought of the item on front of me was making me more and more excited. I lay my phone to the side and took off my nightie. I spotted myself on the.