I wasn't sure what to do. I was afraid to wake him, but I didn't know how far this would go. I felt his cock starting to get harder and longer as he p...roceeded to hump my ass. Then his right arm slid under me and inside the arm hole of my nightshirt. He crossed over one breast to the other cupping it and drawing me against his chest. I could feel his breathe on my neck as the hairs stood up on it. I became paralyzed. I didn't know what to do. His finger and thumb played with my nipple and my. At least not yet. As Iworked from one leg to the other, I always made sure the one Iwasn't massaging was resting on my leg, my arm, or somehowtouching me.Aunt Heather's breathing grew quicker, and since I had control of herlegs, I spread them wider. I could see a definite wet spot, andit was growing. I couldn't help myself any longer. I turned toface her, still on the floor, and pushed one of her legs up sothat her foot was face level, and her panties were right there.I started rubbing my. He knew it wasn't impossible to memorize, but it had some tricky shit to it. It would be easy, under pressure, to leave out an important word or two. Jane/Joe didn't sweat that too much because he knew he could count on his photographic memory. Which, he hoped, wouldn't fail him under the severe pressure he was afraid he might feel standing in front of the likes of Sir Bruiser in his outlandish outfit. He deemed it wise to back up his usually dependable memory with some old-fashioned rote. Before her capture she would have groveled and whined at his feet, trying to make him happy. Since he was male she would have offered up her sex to diffuse the situation, even if it meant she would get him all riled up then let the alpha or beta come over and take care of his desires.There was no alpha or beta here, Daxas reminded herself, only her.The shock stole the strength from her legs and she crumpled to the floor, her teeth retracting as her anger vanished. When she cried into the.