Ernst Bratfield.I: So when did you first meet him?Doe: Grade school. He was a scrawny kid who was too smart for his own good. He kept talking to every...one like they were idiots showing he was more intelligent than they were. Even the teachers. That’s probably why they didn’t do anything when the other kids beat up on him.I: Did you beat up on him?Doe: No! I’d been taught that just ‘cause someone is smaller than you don’t mean you go beating up on them. That’s why when the other kids did I. I then heard my Mistress’s door open and she said, give me the blindfold. And when she got up, she put a blackout mask over my eyes before allowing me to sit up. She then helped me out of the car and she and the other set of hands began taking my clothes off of me!! I was fairly certain I was in a home garage, but I had no idea who the other person was and my heart pounded as I felt the two sets of hands removing my shirt, shoes, socks, pants and then underwear. They then fastened cuffs. Main thoda ghabraya par aunty boli, “Daro mat ab meri bra kholo.” Maine bra khol di aur aunty ke bade boobs dekh mere se raha nahi gaya. Unhe dabakar unke nipples chaatne laga. Aunty boli, “Mazaa aa raha hai na, Raj?” Main bola, “Haan, aunty, aapko bhi aa raha hai na? Woh boli haan jaan.Fir aunty ne mujhe hotho pe kiss kiya aur boli, “Raj Ronit ke papa mujhe bilkul khush nahi rakhte. Ab tum hi mujhe khush kar sakte ho.” Main bola, “Kaise?” Toh unhone apni panty utaar di aur boli, “Meri chut. ‘Feels good,’ she said. ‘Let him out while I get these soaking panties off.’ She wriggled, and pushed the panties down her legs, and off over her boots. Beside her, Alan did the same with his boxers. She glanced down. Hey! Looks good! He came up onto his knees, pushing her gently back, moving their shirts to make a pillow for her head. She smiled up at him, reaching out and running her fingers along his hardness, delighting in the feel, velvet over rubber over steel. He blew her a kiss, moving.