Although sex was unlikely, she was too tired, there was a fair likelihood that they wood kiss and pet for a long while, smooching to the gentle music ...that Sven would almost certainly put on. Since she hadn't driven at all that day, using taxi, train and plane, she had had a few drinks since leaving work, and although definitely not drunk, was a little light headed. The extra wine would help her to get a good nights sleep, and the gentle and romantic smooching without sex would be extremely. . Throbbing... Alive."Holy FUCK she's tight!" he whispered.His hands rubbed softly over my skin as he rested there, moving up over my breasts to my face, caressing my cheek.He bent forward, his mouth coming down on my right nipple. His lips closed around it, soft, and wet. I felt him suckling me there, his tongue dancing lightly across my nipple. He rolled it in his mouth, rubbing it between his tongue and lips.His hands came down under me, clutched my straining buttocks, squeezed tightly,. She looked at his crimson buttocks. She couldn't. She knew she couldn't. This was her uncle..she couldn't beat him with a cane. She had the control without that, it was the control that thrilled her, not inflicting pain. She couldn't use it....but..... he didn't know that, did he? She gave his arse one final hefty smack with the slipper, and picked up one of the canes, then tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw the cane. A sharp intake of breath, and he buried his face in his. “What?” she asks.“Who me, oh nothing,” he says.Candace slides a dark colored shirt over her shoulder and buttons the three buttons at the very top. “Well, if you want to eat you better get dressed.” Her eyes drop to his crotch. “I can clearly see what you’re thinking about.” She reaches out to push it down and then let it go. It springs right back up to point at her.“You of course,” he says, pointing out the obvious. “You’re so damn sexy.”“Which form?” she asks.“Your natural form,” Luke says..