“Think about what your sister said, according to what you wrote in this journal. Stephanie said that Becky was the flame to your moth. You couldn’...t explain it, and I think that’s because you didn’t WANT to explain it. You knew, deep down, that you’d thrown away what might have been your one true chance of a perfect, lifetime commitment. You still love her. And now you’ve spent five years trying to find true love again. And you’ve failed. Miserably, in fact.“So you drowned your feelings in. And she threw me in this just to humiliate my wife that this one was indeed set up by her and I alike.My wife looked up at her and asked her if she had to go to that room again for it?Witchy replied yes Little Momma your pleasure awaits you back there.Little Momma was now starting to ask and beg not to be taken back there, she didn’t like it back there.Witchy just told her that oh yes she liked it back there and loved it when she was all bound up on the altar and getting fucked by Master. Every night, before going to bed my aunt used to change into her night gown before going to bed taking off her usual clothes. I usually went to the bed earlier and she used to finish all the household work before sleeping. She turned off the light. Then she took off all her clothes-Saree, blouse, petticoat & bra. She slipped on her night gown before she went to sleep. I used to observe the curves of her body and be mesmerized by her sheer beauty.She had perfect boobs, round ass and a little fat. Of course, she'd felt the same way about their driver, even after that "ma'am." And about the 12-year-old she'd bumped into leaving the reception. And two old bums they'd passed in the limo.God, she thought, she was horny.Steve's hand hovered over the bag of Fritos. An old movie, a can of Miller -- he pulled his hand back and patted his gut.It really was shrinking, he assured himself. Slow but steady. Don't give up.He grabbed a couple of rice cakes and a bottle of water from the fridge. Sinking.