I said “sorry aunty”. Still she was crying like a baby. I felt pity for her and ashamed of myself.For few minutes it continued, gradually she calm...d down. Then looking at her deeply I said “I always loved you, with my age love towards you changed its nature. But I have always respect for you. I never wanted to hurt you and i will never hurt you. If you really don’t want to do this, I am not going to force you. You can go to sleep without fear, I am not going to touch you at all”, it is like. Of course his friends would be worried ... right? Crabs in a bucket.There are certain life-lessons that simply aren’t taught and should be. For David, he needed to learn personal responsibility. I think this is what hurts most people. They simply don’t understand that they’re responsible for their own happiness. It’s no one else’s job to make you happy. With that comes the responsibility part: you’re responsible for your actions.This was the biggest hurdle we had to get over. David blamed. I could not be entirely sure of that,though: my groin was covered by an apparently thin butseemingly impervious lacy sheath attached to thin chainsaround my waist.The lace could not be torn nor the chains broken, thoughthey were positioned to allow me to relieve myself:"Sitting down, like a proper sissy" as Mistress Anne saidcheerily. Worse, the chastity seemed to have a life of itsown, denying me much sensation if I tried to touch myself,but pulsing, sending devilish waves of pleasure through. I got to know that mom purchased a premium account, as it always suggests we buy it for a better experience. Her inbox was full of texts like, “Hey sexy, hello gorgeous, Hey babe, Hello, Hi, etc.”But mom didn’t reply to any of them. Most of them were looking like local guys, and the rest of them were so desperate in texting her. I decided to leave this for some time to know what’s happening. But due to some personal issues I completely forgot about this.After a month, mom was cooking, and I was.