So what happened, Betty? And what did my son do….I’ll be talking to him in a few minutes…believe me!I waited a bit, Betty continued…they said...they weren’t going to do anything, they just wanted a “show”. So I figured why not, and started out of the water. But that was when they pulled out their phones and got pictures. I was so startled, I guess incredulous….I didn’t know whether to go back, go forward, what to do! So I just walked up and started putting my clothes on.I tried to ignore. After a few seconds I relax my grip and let in air under the bag, which my sister greedily breathes in. Two deep breaths, three, and then the bag is back in place. She gives a short start again, but catches herself right away.In the meantime, her piss enema is done, because I’m all out. So I carefully withdraw, and only a few drops escape her closing sphincter.This time, I leave the bag in place for a bit longer before I let Anna catch her breath. We repeat this several times, until she is. Around dawn he would get me for the second time. Sometimes a dog would be first, other times it was just him fucking me.I still did not enjoy it. I could bear it. A deal was a deal after all.Taking my coffee outside I sat down on the lawn in front of the bungalow. The grass was cool and wet with dew but I did not care. It was still cool but the sky promised a warm day. During the last two weeks – after having spent the first two only in the bungalow – I had taken to exploring the surrounding. By the time I was a t33nager, I had seen my aunt Linda naked plenty of times. She was no bombshell hotty with huge tits or anything, but she was a nice skinny woman with a tight arse. She always wore her hair short and dressed rather revieling with button up shirts, that were practically made to have a look at her tits. Since we went away a lot, Linda had showed no hesitation in taking her clothes off infront of me. She even started to tease me when I came off age. We once went on a trip to.