I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine h...r breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back."You're back is really tense, hon," she said finally."That's all muscle, Aunt Rose," I said coyly."Ain't that the truth..." she trailed off.Soon, she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I. He sits on the edge of the bed. She stands, as if they are both preparing to sleep in their separate rooms.He is sitting in front of her on the edge of the bed. Her hair is loose, cascading down over her shoulders. One curl rests between her breasts, slightly exposed as the gown opens and she does not adjust it. He wants to grab her waist and pull her against him. Instead, he looks at his watch.Its very late, he says. She probably wants to get to bed.She is dazed, just a little, he can tell,. Uh? What the fuck. My hands were tied to the bed posts, handcuffed in fact in elaborate chains that held my wrists together as well. I looked down; my ankles were too bound by another set of straps and fixed firmly to the far end of the bed. Ooh he wants to play a naughty little sex game with me, maybe even show me off to the neighbours, give them something to listen to this morning.Hunny?Baaaaaabe.Babe? Where was he? Why would he leave me alone tied up, where is the fun in that, he must be. The nurse put me on the scale that looked like it was ready to do a small steer and then she put on her stethoscope and slipped it inside my shirt right on my hardening nipple startled by her cold fingers inspecting my response.The sight of her bending over with her ass cheeks prominently sticking out at a perfect angle for some rear end manipulations was a trigger for my big boy to start acting up and she stared down at my shame and smiled knowingly as she patted her hair back into place.