They'd rather do that than be with a beautiful woman like you."I was mute, feeling Philip's thick finger pushing into me, wiggling against parts of my... insides never touched, moving out like taking a shit, and going back into me. Another of those disgusting squirts of the lubricant preceded a still more painful penetration with a second finger. I tried to fight its entry but there was no hope. I heard my squeal echoing back from the wall of the room as the two fingers went all the way into. Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and embarrassed ather nephew's question but not as much as she thought she would be, after all shewas only doing what his mother would have done if she had been there at thatmoment. What she didn't know, however, was how to put it in terms the boy couldunderstand. She wasn't prepared though for his next remark."What I really want to know Auntie, is how men and women do it."Marilyn Goodge gulped, she could hardly believe that her young. His large cock was at full attention and appeared to be tied with something at the base. If you look directly above you and to your right side, you will see something of your compromised position. Looking up and to the side. I noticed the ceiling and wall mirrors for the first time. I had a slave collar around my neck with rings for attaching various things. On my wrists and ankles were also slave cuffs. I was naked and my legs were tied to my arms. The ankle cuffs were attached to ropes which. I certainly loved her enough to let her go and pursue her own happiness.We hugged each other and finally I had to let her go. She took her things and said she would see me in class if I still wanted to, but I knew that wouldn't happen anymore either. How could it?When she left, I got up and grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam and took a big swig; then another. I went and sat in my chair next to the couch where Trisha and I made love so many times and I started crying. I was a mutt full of emotions..