We were out of words.Then, I had an idea. I asked her whether we could play a game called, truth or dare. (that is one need to rotate a bottle, the pe...rson to whom the bottle is pointing to should select truth or dare. If he select truth , he needs to answer truth or else he needs to do whatever he is asked to do). She agreed and then we started playing Now we rotated the bottle, bottle pointed to aunt. She selected truth. Me: who is your favorite actor and why ?Aunt: my favorite actor is. The prejudice ofmy male mind had been slain. I was a woman, had a place to receive, to bepenetrated, if I choose. I went to the full mirror wearing only my heelsand wiggled my butt while watching my cheeks move.I decided to explore my body and moved to the bedroom. Taking my timewhile lying down I breathed deeply and slowly began exploring my openingwith my fingers. I had a small bottle of lube as aide to allow my digitinto my bottom. I became aroused as a second finger entered my hole. Itmight. "She's definitely a keeper, Paul," said Trevor, who then threw his hands up defensively and said, "I know, I know. I should let her tell the damn story and just shut up." Yes, let her tell the story, Trevor," Gretchen said, struggling to open Trevor's fly; and on succeeding, said to no one in particular, "Pardon me, I've got to see a horse about a man."That said, the young blonde slid out of her chair, and went under the table, to suck upon Trevor's formidable erection.The server and busboy. How could I refuse? He had me go over to his house on the night agreed on and I knocked on the door. I was met with a hot woman, all dressed in leather with boots, who had a whip in her hand. I was taken aback because I was expecting Mr. Bradley. She licked her lips and motioned for me to come in. I nervously followed her naked to a room that was set up as a dungeon. Then I see Mr. Bradley decked out in leather anxiously waiting for me. It was his wife that opened the door, and now grabbed me.