Aunt Lisa loved to have her tits played with, nipples too, no matter what it was you were doing, she loved it. Mom was an anal freak, plain and simple... I don't remember a time since this whole thing started that she didn't have something up her ass. It was obvious which toys they were gonna pick, and I was right, mom went for the buttplug and Aunt Lisa went for the clamps. Since this day was supposed to be torturous for them, I couldn't just sit there and let them get their little moment of. Then I cut first one strap, then the other of her bra before laying the length of the scissor upwards against her abdomen, and sliding them slowly against the skin between her breasts under her bra. One last snip, and it fell away to the floor.Trading the scissors for the long bar, I got down next to her feet and hooked the two cuffs to the each end of the spreader, then hooked the bar to the wall, and stood back up to get a good look at my captive brat. The sight was enough to make me. Looking across to my helper he seemed focused on his phone so I started rummaging through my bags trying to find what was needed. It was then that it happened. The rain had turned the bags to mush raining sex toys onto the floor. The man looked up; he leaned over and looked down the aisle. He then stood up to try and help. This time I really did not want help, but too late.He had stooped down grabbing some boxes, unfortunately, they happened to be a vibrating cock ring, a Butterfly strap-on and. She spread herself out on a scarlet coverlet. I undressed for her. Her breathing changed and her eyes glittered. For me. I walked to the foot of the bed and undressed. She watched me through half closed eyes. I laid my clothes on a chair and kneeled on the bed. I ran my fingertips along a calf and watched as the muscles twitched. She pressed a button on a cd player and low, moody metal music filled the room. Ali relaxed against the bed and let her legs fall open. She was aroused. Her clit was.