The evidence I ignored for months but near the end of that year, I knew he did not desire me as a girlfriend, wife or even an infrequently lover. My s...on wanted me as a full time toy, a sexual pet - a slave. I could not control the same desires within my fantasies - yet they were so strong a desire that they overtook my initial humiliation so that I knelt willingly to my son in each self-satisfying session. I guessed that it was the ultimate in degradation - to be a woman in the modern era, a. "Kitty considered my charge for a second, before nodding in agreement. "That's true; I would have told you that you were playing with fire, but why did you wait until you got yourself in a jam to tell me?" Are you going to help me or not?"The scowl disappeared from her face, and she shot me a sympathetic, caring, smile. "Of course I'm going to help you. Aunt Kitty always helps; you know that, don't you, Honey? But first, I want to hear every scandalous detail," she said, pushing me into her. Threesomes, random places, role playing, and all that stuff. My boyfriend always told me he wanted to share me, and I got off to the idea but we never made it happen. He told me I should fuck him and one of his friends. It turned me on but never happened. Then he would joke about me taking his cousin Tyler. Tyler my bf's cousin is repulsive. He's a typical shallow douche bag, 6'2 huge chubby football player type body. I hated him and he hated me. So I shot down that idea. He would bring it up. She looked little confused when I pulled off her shoes, but didn't object. I began to stroke her legs, starting at her ankles, then working my way up her legs, caressing her inner thighs. Halfheartedly, she tried to stop me now. "Come on, we cannot do this here. We are at work!" But she didn't stop me, when my fingers started to touch her crotch. I caressed her pussy through her pants and she moand loud in pleasure, pressing her head hard against the head-rest of her office chair. I started to.