Meri mail id hain “” and “”.Meri aunty ki age sirf 32 saal h…and unka 4 saal ka ladka h…bhot modern aur kaafi padhe likhe hone ki vajah se...khafi frank h…ab tak main unke 18 bar chod chuka hua.Starting aise h ki…last year mainre gharwale bhar gye thy…sirf main and mainra chota bhai ko chodke 2 din k lye…hmri dekh bhaal krne k lye chahi ko bula dia tha.Meri chahi ganv main dada dadi k saath rehti thi while chacha delhi main job krte thy…mainra chota bhai nd aunty ka beta dono ek hi class main. She loved the idea of a bisexual threesome and seeing me with another man. So all I had to do was accept my bisexuality. All I had to do was accept it and embrace it. God, she took me places. I took a deep breath."Yes, Mistress." Yes, Mistress what, baby slut?" Yes, Mistress. I'll do what you want." And what do I want, little cock slut?" You want me to take cock for you."I wanted it, but still needed her push. "Say it, little cock slut. I want to hear you say it."I practically trembled with. "Children? We certainly hadn't discussed using that word. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they appreciated my efforts." He was aloof.That was an effort? Declining to make my wedding a marketing circus was an effort? He was gratified? I knew efforts was an attempt to spin his backing down as going out of his way to do something nice for us. That I could stomach. Gratified was. It would add spice, like cayenne pepper in chowder." It's something for you to think about for sometime down the road. Not that I'm trying to corrupt you." Liar, liar, Sandy thought to herself."Corrupt whom?" asked Jan, who walked into the room; "I'm in the market for a touch of corruption." Hi, I told Nancy about our hot tub escapades. I knew you wouldn't mind." Of course not." What escapades? Thought Jan, Sandy's made something up. I hope Nancy doesn't quiz me."You won't be taking your suits.