After sometime I removed my hand and now she was sleeping upright. Each minute seemed like an hour, after five minutes I carefully put my left hand on...her boobs. I dint do anything just laid my hand there for sometime like I accidentally put it while sleeping. No movement from her but her breathing made my hand move up and down. I slightly moved my hand and she hold my hand now. I don’t know what to do, she wasn’t doing anything but just hold my hand, I can sense that she turning to check if an. It took a few minutes, until she came back. Still this smirk in her face, holding a small bottle in her hand, some gauze, and a big piece of a plaster. Suggesting to bite her again, she chased mom in the corner of the box, turning her that way, that she could stand behind her, a direct view on her cheeks. The wound was black, burned, like a steak that has been to long on fire, around it dark red, emergency treated. My aunt, quitted by loud, wonderful loud groaning with pain, started cleaning. He invited me in, so I climbed in and took a seat next to him. We reacquainted ourselves and got caught up laughing and joking around. “Why don’t we go for a short flight? Would you like that?” He asked. Uhhhh sure I guess so I replied. Off we went. Once we were up in the air and cruising high above the ground George looked at me and said “have you ever fantasized about sucking a cock this high in the air?” As I smirked I noticed him unzipping his jeans and began to wiggle them down. “You. When he caught me in the act, I found out that not only had he known about me for a long time but it was a turn on for him. I agreed to become his sissy slave and started the most incredible journey of my life.Arriving home after from work, I threw my jacket down on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Friday and I now had the weekend to look forward to. I slowly unbuttoned my short to reveal a short corset. It's been a few weeks since I accepted Bens offer to become my master. .