You giggle, and wiggle from the ticklish torture. But your body wants so much more. A small hand held whip with a few leather straps trails up your ba...ck. Over your shoulder, and across your chest. The texture of the leather makes your nipples stand straight up when touched. Down the legs, and a gentle brushing in between your creamy thighs. I can see your lips swelling, and begging for attention. With a light swat on the ass I grab the ice. Taking the cube in my mouth, and kissing you at first.. Then she turned to me and tugged my briefs down exposing my erection that was bobbing up and down with the beat of my heart. “You leave that thing alone when you get in the bath, just pay attention to getting clean. I will be back to help you with washing your hair.”Aunt Rose stood and held my hand as I stepped over the rim of the tub. I swayed a bit and she stepped close holding my hand against her ample breasts as she reached down and cupped my butt with her free hand. I felt my cock jerk in. He had a job that kept him busy all week long. He had told me the other night that in order to have Friday-Sunday off, you have to work your ass off the rest of the week. With all this knowledge, I knew we were not going to spend a lot of time together. I however, did not realize that I was only going to see him in passing. By Wednesday, worry had begun to set in. Dad had barely even said hello to me in all that time. I started to feel that maybe along with being busy, he was trying to avoid me. Sold by her mother into service of the Duke. Not as a sex slave, no, although it had been made clear that her body was not hers, and "no" was never to be uttered in response to ANY order or request. She probably would be raped, eventually, by some guard or cook. Not by the Duke, though. While Heather's fourteen year old body would be considered incredibly desirable by any who held interest in the female form, the Duke ... at least, so the rumors said ... tended to favor those not so feminine.