This repeated for almost a week. I even clicked a lot of pictures of my aunty’s tits and her legs while she was feeding and sleeping. I knew I would...never get such a chance once my aunty leaves.We spent a lot of time together. Then she started telling about changes that happen to a woman once she gives birth. I purposefully asked some innocent questions just to make her feel good and open up. I asked her about the pain while the baby feeds. She said it doesn’t pain since the baby doesn’t have. No?”He looked at me. I knew he was burning with deep desire to fuck me but the thought that I might reject him was acting as hindrance. I decided to break that.He: “Sorry aunty. It is just like that. It always salutes on seeing a hot lady. And you are looking a lot different today.”Me: “Different?”He: “Yeah. A lot more sexier and younger.”I finished my coffee and put my cup down. We were looking at each other with my hand running on his thigh. Before he could say anything more, I grabbed his. I thought I was his little princess. His cupcake. Did he really want me to do those nasty things I read in the document? Apparently, he must've, or why else would he have his lawyer by his side.The conditions for my inheritance were as follows: I must report to my father's study twice a day, everyday, for one year wearing nothing but a belly bracelet and pearl necklace. Once there, I was to give up ownership of my ass to him so he could do with it as he pleased. During our time together, we. As the class was leaving, one girl I could tell was maybe thirteen and who skipped three or four grades asked, “Can I spend the night over at your house with Cici?”“As long as her parents say it is ok, you can even sleep in my room,” I told her. “Well, in my old room before my parents told me we were moving after I came home with four women and my seven babies that they had just had less than two weeks before. We just didn’t have enough room for everyone.”Once, it was only the three of us in.