This way I could have some fun.I went inside my aunt’s room and opened the cupboards. I knew aunt had so many clothes, but, damn! This was a lot. Th...ere were so many to choose from – sarees, churidars, gowns, nighties, sleepwear, etc.I selected a few of each style. Most of them were revealing and sexy. Although, I didn’t know if mom will wear them. I had selected 5 outfits and was about to leave. That’s when sleepwear got my eyes. It was a pink translucent thing. So small and tiny. More of a. I pushed forward sliding it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. This was too much for John, and his hand ran through my hair, then pushed on the back of my head, forcing more of himself into my mouth. I felt his hard-veiny shaft run down my tongue. When the head of his cock reached the back of my throat, I started to gag, but I forced myself through it, wanting to take all of him in. Another inch and I felt him start to fill my throat, cutting off my air, forcing me to breathe through. Did she not miss her man? Or was it men, such was her reputation in the village. Gudrun was a woman who had no permanent man in her life, but was known to have enjoyed the attentions of many men, including, of course, the chief himself. Her hearth was hers alone. Her goats were her own and shared with no husband. The daughter she had borne had no father's name to honour. The flax she spun she exchanged for goods her smallholding didn't provide."The summer days will be long, hard and lonely!". Then he shut off the drill as he moved to me again. He removed the knife and then cut the tape on my wrists. Then he placed my wrists behind me back taping together again and laid me on my back on the floor. On the wall, just above the windows, were 2 hooks one either side of the 2 foot wide windows. He took rope tied one rope around my left ankle and then another rope to my right ankle. I then felt him pulling the rope up to the hooks. Lifting my legs in the air, and slightly lifting my butt.