"That's a good answer, whore, and you're right. You don't get one. You know what you'll be doing shortly?" Yes Daddy.. I'm going to be made into a.. a... fucktoy.. ooohh" That's right whore. A helpless bondage fucktoy. Get back to sucking, I'll meet you in a few minutes."Before the call ended, Sir pushed my mouth back onto his cock, and kept me focused on sucking him as my mind raced. It was so humiliating talking to his friend over the phone like that, and I blushed as my mouth was used, my lust. I hadnt ever seen a real naked girl at that time. I had caught a few make-outs and titty-grabs but nothing like this.I sat eagerly awaiting her return down the hall. Sure enough she walked slowly by, looked at me and kept going. My heart was racing. She looked right at me and didnt miss a beat. My cock was instantly throbbing. Not knowing what to do I went to my room. As I walked down the hall her door was closed and I was not yet a confident man to open it and ravage her.I got into my room,. I love you... I... need you..." I finally found my voice. "I need you too, Aunty. I love you so much." My hands seemed to work with a mind of their own, rubbing her back at first, then sliding down, beneath her sweatshirt, to palm and squeeze her curvy ass cheeks. I felt her tremble with desire. "Oh baby, yes... Auntyma's wanted you for so long..." She didn't resist when I pulled the soft grey sweatshirt up over her head, finally exposing her long-awaited breasts to me. I just gazed at. Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until it flicked out the hole, then they dropped to his zip, slowly she slid the zip down. An audible gasp came from her mouth as she saw the thick head of his long cock poking out above the waistband of his pants.She pulled the front of his pants down, releasing his nine inch's. He hand gripped it, it had been many years since her collage years and younger men friends and now married to Donavon it had certainly been many years since she had held.