She went to work, brought home my money, and I let her spend it. One night, she modelled some new clothes for me. She came into the bedroom dressed in... thigh high PVC boots, tight leather mini-shorts and a leather corset. In her hands were some handcuffs. "Adrian, honey, could you lay your hands back against the headrest, dear?" I did as she asked, and two pairs of handcuffs securely fastened my wrists to the iron bars. "What should I call you tonight, darling?" I asked, as she usually picked. ............................................................. ........................................................................................................................................................................................... .................." Ugh ......... Ugh.......Shit.......Ugh......." was the only sound's coming from my lip's at that moment. Then Bruce slapped my ass cheek several times rather hard and said " that's the way I like it, with my hand print in red on. I bite my lower tongue.I had my school book on my lap covering my hard cock. Her breast swayed back and forth under her tight fitting black robe. She stopped a few inches from the front of the couch. She looked down at me. “Hey! Good Morning. How did you sleep? I just put baby Lisa down for her nap.” Said My Aunt. She then put her right pinkie in her wet mouth and bit down. She had teased her blonde hair and put on two large gold earrings that fell almost to her shoulders. She had. I asked her in what way was a man supposed to show interest in her if not by approaching her and trying to spark up conversation.She told me there was nothing wrong with trying to talk to her, but that we as men needed to come correctly at her and try to stimulate her mind before trying to do the same to her body. I asked her why then did she go to a bar and complain about the men trying to hit on her when there is little to no intelligent conversation in that kind of setting. The result was.