My mom was ok with it because I was with her little sister, what could happen, right?Aunt Linda had long straight brown hair, blue eyes, a great ass a...d bigger tits that Aunt Dee, maybe a 38 D or so. They were very perky even when she wasn't wearing a bra. We got to her place and I changed into a nice shirt I had in my bag from the trip with Aunt Dee that I never wore. Aunt Linda got dressed in a long hippie type skirt, white top but with a bra. We smoked a joint, had a beer and off we. We're relieved of choice and so we're relieved of conscience. We're free to enjoy our lust. Many women, women who aren't so lucky as to be a member of an unusual organization like EPOD, never experience that freedom. Not unless they stumble upon a place like The Slave Traders.The anonymity is a large part of the thrill. I only looked up to see who was fucking me because I was curious to see what he looked like. He turned out to be a nice looking older gentleman with a very nice cock. But it. ”Liz chuckled along with my lame attempt at humor.“I was sitting here after you left,” she said softly. “I started looking around, you know, just really seeing my surroundings. I put on a cap and went outside to look at the view from the back deck. It’s a great view.”“Particularly when the neighbors are sunbathing,” I added.“Uh-huh,” Liz said as she dug her fingers into my ribs. I squirmed but I was trapped against the counter. She relented after only a moment. “I started to think about how .... Gave me this beautiful place – this almost wonderland – to live in, with everything I could possibly wish for. Everybody is so concerned for me, and I can't do anything in return..."And the tears started.Crap, Arlene thought, how could her father do that to her? She's as sharp as a tack, but has an inferiority complex a mile wide. Aloud, she began, "Look, Honey, you need..."Hope choked back a sob and looked at her friend. "The only thing I can do is draw, and I need to get on with that. Art.