I just sat there with my bowl of cereal with that "deer in the headlights" look. Aunt Meg pulled her sleep shirt off and threw it in the floor. "Get a...good look now." She said as she put her leg up on the table placing her pussy right in front of my face and she pulled the lips open giving me a great view and smell. I had been trying to sneak a peak at her goodies, but that has been going on all my life. "I don't know why you want to be looking at me when you are getting all those high school. I switched gears to physical therapist, but that soon failed too. No one had told me that I just didn't have the brains for either. Still wanting to get into something to help people physically, I got my massage therapy certification and personal trainer certs. It turned out this was more my speed, plus I loved both! But I obviously had a lot of school debt.I had been working in a local gym for a while, doing a few massages (turns out not a lot of people are comfortable with a guy therapist!),. Wood that has been floating in water for gosh-knows-how-long isn't going to be ignited by your average paper match. I've seen guys use-up a quart of lighter-fluid and not get a pile of driftwood going. It can be done, but it's harder than it looks.So, two guys not from around here. Traveling to where? The 'why' could be as simple as wanderlust. 'Road trip' is sufficient unto itself. They weren't military on leave. The Black guy's haircut could pass for military, but the other one was way too. "Dressed up all slutty for your man aren't you?"Mandy lets out a small moan through her gag and bows her head letting her hair partially cover her face. I reach out and grab her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. "I expect and answer when I ask a questions slut! Even when you can't talk, you can move your head" I bark out the sentence feeling my cock growing harder and feeling the heady delight of control as she mutely nods her head.I walk around the room and see the handcuff keys sitting.