“Oh my, it’s the brown one on the end, with the hard nipples,” she said softly.We stood and sipped our beer for a while until Cass spoke again.�...��Do you know what an Aunty is when it’s not a relative?”Cass’s head was turned away from me as she spoke.“Not really,” was all I could say.“Well, it’s an older woman, who teaches a youth how to make love. In a lot of cultures, it is how boys learn. Would you like to make love to me?” Cass turned to face me.She sat down on a low sofa and patted the seat. " She's your slave," I told her, "and I won't interfere. But if you damage her, physically or mentally, I will be disappointed in you." Don't worry, sir. I know what she wants and what she needs," Becky reassured me. "Besides," she continued with a sly smile, "maybe this will give you some ideas about what you can do to me." Where's Jamie, tiger?" I asked, changing the subject."She's in the bedroom getting some stuff together for tonight," she told me. "She's very excited. I'm glad you get to. .and if she had toabuse her private disciplines to get her way, then so be it.Quinn had five candles around her. She sat in the middle of the Nons EnceSymbol which she had drawn into the dirt floor using a stick pulled froma dead oak tree. She sat cross-legged with her hands upraised into mudrasof acceptance on her left and dire need on her right, her eyes wereclosed and she chanted her mental release rhythms.After a while she felt as though the world had let her go. She floatedupwards. She. Behind an always carefully locked door the young women had discovered something they loved, ached for.They had quickly pushed past their shyness and inhibitions and now responded with fire to each other's touch.By now there was nothing they were afraid to try or do because they trusted each other so completely. * * Erica was topless, in a lime green thong. Her Best Friend was already naked (she enjoyed walking around naked, except for her tiny crucifix necklace, she never took that.