<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Rebel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Tme of Your Life Escort Agency/Exotic Expectations <strong>Tags:</strong> Dearest Sexiest Auntie Margo</em></span><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/8630a6229e835d81d447d7c322b2d616/tumblr_o32o2tklCs1trznhbo1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The time for decision is gone as I am no longer alone. I waited too long to decide, wasting time with the debate inside me. It was going nowhere. I better decide now how I'm going to play this. Do I demand that she release me and stop the things she's been doing with me? She's my aunt! I can't do these things with someone that I'm related to! And I'm not entirely sure that I enjoy being with another woman. Up until this point I've only ever fooled around with men. She challenges everything I know about myself and I don't know how to handle it. <br/><br/>I can hear her voice outside the door. My heart jumps into my throat. I don't know if it is from fear or excitement. I don't know what she has planned for me. Especially since I haven't been the most cooperative today. What with trying to stop the fun she started. And oh is it fun. I can feel the warmth between my thighs as my mind wanders back to the things she has already taught me. The terribly wonderful things. I never knew I could feel that way. The things she must know, the things she can teach me. What will she do next?<br/><br/>The struggle begins anew as the door opens. I have to get free, because I know as soon as she touches me I'm helpless to say no. <strong>"Are you sure my dear...About this not being what you want?"</strong> I'm frozen, unable to speak. Her voice is as smooth as velvet. How could I ever even begin to think that I could say no to her? <strong>"Because the way your body is primed for my instruction I would say you are confusing your words."</strong> Her finger is electric against my skin and I cease all struggles. My head turns to where I think she is and I can't help myself. I lean into her touch, my body begging for more. It's in everything I do. I'm helpless to fight her. How does she have such control over me already? My brain is addled with lust. I can no longer think straight.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah!"</strong><br/><br/>I cry out as she touches my nipple. Her touch sends electric pleasure through my body. It's all I can do to keep from melting right here and now. Take me I'm hers. Her fingers descend lower. "Now, Tell me what you really want..." I'm pudding on the bed. I'll do anything for her as long as she keeps touching me. I have to fight to make my words work. How do I speak again? Her touch is divine. Her touch is everything. I know this now. I know this every time she touches me. How do I keep forgetting? <strong>"Please..."</strong> It's all I can manage while she's touching me. I know that she isn't pleased with that answer so I try again. <br/><br/><strong>"Please... Auntie... Don't stop..."</strong> <br/><br/>I struggle to get the words out. I have to stop between each one, fighting against the sensations to continue to speak. I'm already panting. Everything about me is begging for more. I want her to continue to teach me. Show me more of this wonderful world. How could I have ever thought that I didn't want this? She knows best. She always knows best. I've been bad, trying to oppose her. How could I have ever wanted to leave her? Her touch is exquisite, divine, all I need. <em>Please don't stop touching me Auntie!</em> I try to apologize.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry..."</strong></span>