It only took a few minutes to reset the router by powering it down and back up again and a few seconds more to make sure I was connected to the Intern...et.Now to take out a bit of insurance in case this all turns sour I thought, opening Windows Explorer and hunting for the stash of self pics that I knew would be there somewhere. They weren't even hidden, but then why would they be, I thought to myself as I opened up hotmail and logged into my own account.I sent a few at random, that clearly. But the hot sex chat we had made me want her more. We did a private chat which went something like this –Me: Hi, Riya.Riya: Hi, darling.Me: Can I ask you something?Riya: Sure.Me: Is Riya your real name?Riya: Does it matter?Me: No. But I wanted to know your real name.Riya: Honey, you can call me by any name you like. I will still respond to you. ;)I liked the way she approached me. I did not want girls to flirt with me in an artificial way just because I paid them. But also, I didn’t want them. Jimmy’s strangled squeal is more cat than dog this time, and goes for staccato repeats as I move my hips in and out with short, sharp thrusts, joined in our rhythm by the jingling of the bell. The movements are small but energetic, my pounding on his sphincter leaving us both drenched in sweat, me from exertion; him from pain and fear. After a minute I look and see that my efforts are succeeding in tenderizing this tight young muscle; the first inch of the oversized glittery toy now firmly. He isn't really my uncle as such; he is my stepmother's older brother, so I guess he is, but what does he see in me? Am I an experiment for him, or is he just fucking me about? I take the coffee in, "I have college, so I really should go to bed. I've got to clean my makeup off and put things away, lock them away I mean." He sighs, "Yes, I guess you're right. Don't I get a good night kiss from my niece first?" His beard scratches my face again, but I don't pull away too soon. "Nice tits," he.