Like many times before, I asked her to put some lotion on my back and shoulders. She said of course she would and quickly moved behind me on my lounge... chair. She was spreading the lotion on my shoulders and upper back when she said “Aunt Misty, can I talk to you about something?” She is not my niece obviously, but ever since I met her and her mother she has just always call me Aunt Misty. I said, “Of course Jeannie, what is on your mind?” She said, “Aunt Misty, I know my Mom is bisexual.” I. ? If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.Author- This is my first attempt of story writing so please forgive me if there is any mistake in the story.Please e-mail comments to [email protected] and let me know what you think of my story.? I am always looking for ideas and invite suggestions.Spanking Game 1First step- Choose the maximum score which the slave has to deal with. Suppose it is 500 initially.Second Step- Set the points for the different areas of the female slave. Velt! What are you doing!?” cried Graff as the vixen grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed.“Our part in this is done, let them have the rest of this moment to themselves.”“But ... after they get done—”“I’m sure they will call you when it’s your turn, wait outside until then,” she said, pulling the doe toward the exit, but not before dipping a finger into the jar of lube sitting near the foot of the bed.As the canvas flap fell back in place, Velt stopped and turned to Graff, “That got me. "Put it on," he ordered again. I slipped off the gown and picked up the outfit. It was not unlike a tracksuit in design with a loose fitting top, full-length sleeves and elasticated cuffs. The pants were baggy too with legs that finished halfway between knees and ankles. At first I thought there was a fault in the manufacture as the seams under my crotch parted but I soon realised that was intentional. David could fuck me without removing them. When I looked in the mirror, I knew I was right.