It's all you know and it's going to be awhile before the damage can be undone. We, the victims of abuse likethat, are not going to allow you to go thr...ugh this alone. Aunt Oliviameant well but she was in over her head here. Aunt Leslie is going tobe a better role model for you. Aunt Olivia thinks like a nurse, AuntLeslie thinks like a victim. She is one, her brother used to do a lotof the same things your parents did to you until Uncle John stood up tohim and got him banished from their home. I felt silly the whole time, and I could see the frustration building in Suzanne.After a while, she said "You know what? Lets just make love. These games are pretty silly."This was better. I made passionate love to my wife for the next two hours. I stroked, licked, and caressed her beautiful body. I kissed her and cherished her. It was sweet, hot, romantic sex. We both had orgasms. We were both sweaty and tired by the end. We fell asleep tangled in the sheets and each other.Waking in the. " "Do you want me to stop?"John asked. I slowly shook my head even though I had no idea what was next. John had a large vibrator that looked like a microphone in his hand. He turned it on and rested it against the top of my slit, near my clit. It was humming slowly and I felt its steady vibration against my lower lips. John positioned the hinged mirror of the wardrobe to an angle where I could see my full length on the bed, from my arms held above my head to my red spike heels. I also noticed. They were of all shapes and sizes, and each one of them was totally nude. Some were playing with their cocks, sliding a few fingers along the shaft to keep themselves hard. A couple of men were fully jerking off, staring hungrily at the women enjoying each other in the center of the room. The rest stood in varying states of erection, and I had a feeling most of these cocks were above average size.“You may call me Cassandra,” the woman with cat eyes said.“Joel.” I replied. Behind Cassandra.