She wrapped it around and around, tying intricate knots to hold his hardening length in a silken cord cage. leaving long strings as a leash, the knots...ending just a half inch from the head of his penis. She stepped over him, straddling him, her wet pussy just inches from his face.He could feel the heat and warmth of her, he could smell her desire, he was salivating and trying very hard to be still. She reached down and grabbed the long leash strings and pulled the cord tight, so the silken cage. He had a huge monster of a cock too.My aunt Vai was a strawberry redhead naturally, the carpet definitely matched the d****s.She's to this day like the real life Jessica rabbit only she's no cartoon character.Vai was the wild c***d, she had tattoos on her back and tits and loved to fuck.My uncle Max is the military officer at this point in the seventies, Max was married to VaiMax looked like he should've been a body builder, and had very movie star good looks. He played football in high school. Now we had this date for the pictures, and I admit I was beginning to believe she was queer. As I said I'd had a bad experience that caused me to move from one part of the city to another, I had no one to blame really, I'd had a mind of my own for some time and was usually determined to get my way. No doubt I was a bit screwed up in those days; an angry young woman would have described me. I did not realize it at the time but I had a very high I.Q., and as a result had little tolerance for most. Dunleavy's personal assistant met me in the foyer, and walked me back to her office. She was a woman of indeterminate age, somewhere in her forties or fifties I'd have guessed. She was very thin and had her hair up in a tight bun. I could see no evidence of any make up on her face. Her dress was not of the latest fashion, and seemed fairly austere, without any frills or decoration to make it seem dressier."Mr. Dunleavy is just finishing up a meeting. I expect him back any time now. Would you.