I could tell from the look on Shilpa aunt’s eyes that she was excited. At last, Mrs. Sharma let my jeans slip to my ankles, exposing the huge bulge ...n my shorts. She licked her thin lips with the look of a cruel kid about to pull the wings off a live fly, as she tucked her thumbs under the waistband of my undies. As she slowly pulled them down, my erect, pulsating phallus sprang up to vertical. Mrs. Sharma let out an audible moan. Shilpa aunty looked at her with an expression of what can only. I told him if he looked up or made noise, I would beat the shit out of him, but if he did as he was told he wouldn’t get hurt. I ordered him to lay face down, then climbed off him and got a mask made of two eye patches and an elastic band and a ball gag for his mouth and put them on him. I undressed, drinking in his smooth, slender body as he lay trembling before me. My cock was at its full 8 inches and seemed eager on its own for what was to come! “Get up.” I said and pulled him to his. There's something over my eyes - a blindfold, or the memory of one, anyway. Then, at the same time, my awareness of my clothes drifts away, bit by bit. My biking leathers, boots, even my underwear, until I'm standing stark naked, nervously curling my toes into the floor. I'm not myself by this point of course. I'm someone younger, my breasts a little smaller, perkier. My skin is soft and sensitive ... I bet I'm ginger, probably even have freckles. Thin, cute, late teens - probably quite hot.Of. No worry, they were glued to the show on TV. I banged the door to my room closed to make sure they heard it and then quietly went into hers, gently closing the door behind me. She was sitting on her bed with a bottle of lotion and a box of tissue all ready. “Lie down on my bed,” she instructed. I lay down and she unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. As if an expert now, she applied the lotion to her hand and then positioned her other hand at the base, covering my balls. Next she.