"This is it? This is all I'm wearing?" Is there a problem?" No, Sir." You know where the bathroom is. Shower yourself well, and get into your nightie.... No bra and no panties. Are we clear on this?" Yes, Sir."I turn and head for the bathroom. Larry must hear the shower going, and he gives me time to get my shower and get washed up. I know he hears the shower turn off. He comes to the bath room door and knocks on it."Baby girl." Yes, Sir" Are you done? Come out here." Sir? Can you give me a. I unpacked the ones in the kitchen and living room. The kitchen ones held food etc, the living room one had a couple of bottles of wine, vodka and scotch, a couple of scented candles and a cd. Eventually she came downstairs, smiling like a Cheshire cat, so what’s made you so happy I asked, oh nothing, just sometimes life seems so nice, cheerful and bright. We had some tea, light snacks and a bottle of wine.Around 7.45 Vanessa got up from the settee and exclaimed, right shower, hair and makeup. It was an open terrace where we would put our washed clothes to dry in sun light. I sat in a corner where there was tree shadow. I started studying. After 10-15 minutes suddenly one small cloth fell on my face. It was aunt’s panty with great fragrance of her pussy in it. Seeing it my concentration shifted from my studies to her panty. I started smelling it and licking it in the area where it touches her pussy. I was completely lost in aunt’s panty world. It had a great smell with a great. A new load of untrained slaveflesh, virgin to whip and branding iron, had arrived, begging to be pieced, burned and lashed. The batch had come from some East European orphanage, from where regularly new material was skimmed off when the meat had reached a certain age. There were seventeen, sixteen, even fifteen-year-olds, and, glancing at a very shy girl with pale complex, Vanessa had went sick from imagining how young this lost child would be.The latest newcomers – all three-way-virgins – had.