"So what does it mean?" Michele asked.Michele was dressed in the same ensemble she had worn to the RichmondEstate. She looked resplendent in her red ...satin evening gown, shoulder-length brunette wig, white satin suspender belt with the tan stockingswith the chocolate seams and welts, silk knickers and brassiere. Herfeet were shod in black patent-leather high heels. She had accessorisedwith gold rings on fingers of both hands, an elegant gold ladies watchon her left wrist and a gold bracelet. I let Mario suckle my right tit and them my left one. I want this man,really want him deep inside of me.I slide off his lap and to my knees in front of him. My hand rubs thefront of his pants. He's hard as a rock. I thought so. Helping him undohis belt and lowering his sipper, I help him lower his wet pants. He'salready leaked precum on his shorts and pants. Mmmmm I can't wait totaste him. Pulling his underwear down, his cock flips up. Oh my god itmust be at least 10 inches long. Yummy. My. I woke up with a pounding headache, and freezing. I'd been stripped downto my boxer briefs, with my scrawny frame doing little to warm my body inwhat appeared to be a cold dark cellar. I'd always had high metabolism,so putting on weight was near impossible. I was 5'7" and maybe 150 lbs onmy heaviest days.I let my eyes adjust and examined my surroundings. There was a cot in thecorner with a mattress and thin worn sheet. A gross looking bucket,whichI could only assume was used for a bathroom. The. .” She tore off my shirt and stood in a gaze for a minute. It wasn't lustful or anything but she just said “Wow nephew! I knew you worked out with your uncle but I didn't think you're bodies looked so much alike!” I'm sure from her observing my body she seen my boner now. It was too obvious. I chuckled and thanked her but while she handed me my uncles shirt I asked if I can shower before I had to head into work. She couldn't help but to agree that would be the best thing to do. I began.