Taking her time she slowly unloaded the top rack, placing items onto the counter one by one, swaying back and forth, her breasts bouncing and nipples ...till hard. She took care to studiously avoiding looking at him the whole time, imagining the effect she was having on him. She imagined him drooling at the sight, unable to reach down and stroke his hard cock."Can I help, Aunt Heather?" Heather was startled at finding Dan right behind her. She tried to hide her surprise and continued with the. She gave a tiny, high-pitched cry and her ass and legs began to tremble.“I’m fucking your big, beautiful ass,” I whispered into her tangle of hair and inhaled: some type of herbal shampoo, and just the faintest must of warm scalp that reminded me of the smell of the construction paper we would use in grade school, cutting out our Halloween pumpkins and Thanksgiving turkeys.“Yes,” she said, still in a tiny high voice. “Fuck it. Fill it.”I backed out a little, enough to feel her asshole clench at. As part of our wedding gift, I agreed to provide free "entertainment" at Steve's stag party. It was held in a small banquet room in the basement of a local restaurant, and there were 17 guys there including Mark. I wore a French maid’s outfit that had a sheer white top that showed off my big, dark nipples, and it had a very short skirt which made it very obvious that I wasn't wearing panties.For a while I just walked around bringing guys drinks and hors d'oeuvres, and as I did, they'd grab my. But its really the hormones that have changed him. So gentle now, so compliant.Ah darling there you are. Did you bring your little plate? Good. I was just telling the girls all about you and your little problem. There's no need to be embarrassed. Yes, his uniform is perfectly darling, isn't it? He makes such a pretty french maid. I'm even making him take a french course. That's why he's so quiet. He's not allowed to speak anything but french from now on. And the poor dear hasn't mastered.