In Her Uncle’s Hands...(closed for AndreaSubbie)

I wondered what she was thinking, was her little body as turned on as it had been, or was she getting tired. Was her pretty little pussy purring, or was her cunt growling and snarling in its desperate need. He thought about his brother, his brother's wife....did they know what they had sent into my clutches...their little daughter's desire to be a slut, used and enjoyed, objectified and bent over?

I smiled at the thought....she was her mother's daughter, I laughed, how had my stuff shirt brother been so lucky? And why hadn't he manned up and given his daughter what she needed. Don't worry, baby brother will take care of her...I will send her home well fucked, a perfect submissive, a woman who would enjoy a lifetime of being used and taken care of by dominant men with needy and wanting cocks. However, I would be first, and my ego let me believe, I would always be her favorite, the one she couldn't wait to come back home and enjoy.

As I waited I got out of bed and slid off my bottoms, and then climbing back in, I was on top of the sheets. All my wife had to do was open her eyes and she would see me staring into my phone, sexting with our niece, and my cock hard and soon to be pleasured. I had picked back up my phone when, BUZZZZZ! Andrea was back!

Well now, that was an improvement, and I took a moment to study the first and then all of the pictures. She was precious, her little body perfect, it was impossible for her to dissappoint, only delight. I loved every single inch of her. However my gaze tended to linger, first on her small erect nipples. It was the first I had seen of them and they were delicious. I loved small nipples, but they were so nice and hard, so calling for to be touched and enjoyed, and I licked my lips and swallowed as my mouth salivated.

And then...my eyes traveled south...I loved her tummy, her little six pack, her inny belly button, her small, trimmed bush. I imagined her on my table, laid out in front of me, Bon Appetit! Then exactly as I had anticipated, exactly as I would have commanded, if you could command such a thing, was her tight and obviously eager little cunt. Her labia was swollen and puffy, her lips glistened, and with her fingers spreading herself wide, a gynecological perfection on display, the abundant juices were obvious, her thighs already slick....she was perfect.

I began to type, "Now...there we go. Good girl! You are naughty, it is late, and you are making me so very, very hungry. How do you like this...spreading open for me....putting yourself on display? Would you like to know my reaction...what you can do to a man...a real man?"

I lowered my camera and took a picture of my cock. I was too big to fit all of it from the angle I shot, but it clearly displayed my hardness and let her mind contemplate my full size.

"This is what you do to me...and this is your job! I love your cute little names for yourself, I love them all, and we will have more...except you will not be my personal cum dump, you are my Personal Cum Receptical...all of my cum will find a home inside of you...your cunt, your mouth and tummy, your rectum....I will fill them all...OFTEN! Even when I paint you...you will eat it all up...Master's cum is special...you must enjoy and savor every drop!"

And now for the first time I took grip of my cock and I felt the precum ooze from my swollen tip. "I thought you should meet my cock as well...for he is here for you....as of now, as long as you re my PFA, it's primary use will be your education and enjoyment. You will learn what a man wants, how to tease and please him...how much you like it...and all the ways to arouse and get him to do what you need? Are you a good student Andrea? I think you will love this education."

"So...I can see you do need to be fucked....that is good...a good girl should need to be fucked...crave it....obsess over it...and you are my good girl! But patience and wait are good, longing makes it better...and so tonight we begin our lessons with our hands....

....Andrea, I want you to curve your two middle fingers and cup your pussy...spread your legs, and slip them as deep inside of your cunt as you can! I want your palm to grip your mound hard as you do so...enjoy the feeling of your cunt being controlled and taken. How does it feel....describe the sensations going through your body, your mouth, your nipples, your vagina, your clit...this is the first step to me controlling you...owning you...those aren't your fingers, your hand...those are mine...it is my pussy, and I am taking it...claiming it...and I won't be giving it back...saw those fingers in and out a bit....let me enjoy my pussy!"

I sent another picture of Ashely and then one of my hand gripping my cock. I even stood up so she could imagine it in front of her.

"Are you excited about our first encounter...my pussy...and your cock....what do you think as you see me....are you still sawing...remember I decide when you cum!"
 
I read his message, then opened the pictures and read the message again. It was very long. Like his cock, that was very long too. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy being fucked by his long cock.

The opening words made me smile. I liked being called Good Girl. And I liked being told I was naughty. And Uncle Rick liked the names I was calling myself, though he did correct PCD to PCR. I loved the thought of being filled with his cum in every hole and my tummy, and often.

And he did say a Good Girl should crave, need, obsess over being fucked, so that made me officially a Good Girl.

But then it got difficult. I was no stranger to pleasuring myself, after all I'd been doing it many times a day for a few years now. Following his orders to masturbate myself his way was fun, sexy. No, it was the essay he wanted that dampened the mood. The thought of trying to describe what I was feeling, in the middle of the night, tired and drunk, burst the bubble of horniness I was riding.

My intoxication seemed to slide off me like a discarded cloak, leaving me naked and embarassed and sober and exhausted. And ashamed.

What had I done? I'd flirted outrageously with my own Uncle. I was almost jailbait, for goodness sake! And a marriage wrecker. How could I?

I wasn't totally naive and knew that men can't help themselves when a young woman throws herself at them and begs for a fuck. It wasn't Uncle Rick's fault. It was mine. And now that the champagne was wearing off I began to realise how I'd behaved, and felt embarassed at revealing so much of the inner me, my nude body, and ashamed of leading on my Uncle.

I just wanted to lock myself in the bedroom and never come out. How could I look my Aunt Ashley in the eye? Or my cousin Gwen? Or worse, my Uncle Rick?

In the morning I'd dress very soberly, apologise to Uncle Rick and tell him I was accepting the offer from The Dean, and run away from my appalling behaviour of tonight. I'd probably be thrown out and have to get a job and rooms of my own, and never see my dad's brother or his family ever again.

Turning off my phone without replying to my Uncle's message I found my cutest snuggliest flannel PJs and curled up in bed hiding my face, mortified. I began to sob, and cried myself to sleep.
 
To say I slept well, or happily, would be a lie. Andrea had primed me for action, called my thoroughbred into the starting gets, and then, without notice, apparently cancelled the race. I must say, I was concerned, was she okay, had she passed out, had I written something objectionable...or...oh God, did she not like my cock?

I ran through the night, over and over in my head, our conversation, our dancing, our conversation, her superb modeling, and then our chat? I had been on such a high as we began our exchange, and even now, I was admiring the naked photo she had sent. My niece had such a delightful, and inviting young cunt!

I woke up early and showered, I looked at myself in the mirror, and critiqued my manhood. My ego was bruised, I had always taken pride in the length and girth of my cock. And at my age, I still got as hard as I had in my 20’s, yet perhaps my phallus was not to my niece’s liking? It was a blow, as I had always felt I had quite the handsome cock!

It was a warm day, and a Saturday, so I but on nice khaki shorts, a navy blue golf shirt and deck shoes, I might even head over to the club later. The blue was chosen specifically for how it brought the deep blue of my eyes alive.

Well, it was time to find out what was happening. If the girl I had last night, the one who had so pleased me with her outrageous offering, was still prepared to be my PFA?

I walked down the hall, and knocked at her door. My tone was firm and controlling, “Andrea, this is uncle Rick, please come downstairs to my office, as soon as you are ready please? I would like to see you privately, before we join Aunt Ashely for breakfast!”

I went down, and sat in my gorgeous cherry wood office with Large windows and natural lighting , sitting in my brown leather chair Which faced my standalone desk, and faced away from my door. , I had cleaned off the top of my large, dark, cherry desk I hoped she would be joining me soon, her aunt was still fast asleep...
 
I was woken by the knock on the door which jolted me out of the restless sleep that I'd thought would never come. Except it had, and quite quickly. I felt awful, but worse was hearing Uncle Rick summon me to a meeting.

This was ominous and terrifying. My mouth was dry, my breath foul, my body stinky. I was a mess, and hadn't even looked in a mirror yet. And I was about to get fired. Thrown out the house. Told to pack my bags and go home to England.

Fuck off Andrea we don't need dirty prick tease sluts trying to break up the family. And your mum and dad will hear how disgusting you are. I could hear it already, what Uncle Rick was going to say. My shame and embarrassment of last night pounded my head until it hurt to keep my eyes open.

But I had to face it. Rolling out of bed I threw my clothes into my bag and climbed into the most conservative things I had. Clean jeans, sandals, baggy grey sweater. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and tied it back and did my eyes, cheeks and lips all subtle but at least disguising my deathly pallor a little.

Rolling my suitcase behind me I took one last look at my room, or rather the room I'd borrowed, and made my way to Uncle Rick's study. I was heartbroken. And I'd done this to myself.

I knocked on the door and went in, standing on the threshold, handle of my case in my left hand. I couldn't look my uncle in the face. I wanted to hide, to be anywhere else. I could already feel the hot sting of tears though not enough to fall and make my mascara run. Yet.

I waited for the axe to fall. For Uncle Rick to despise me. I already despised myself.
 
I thought I had heard her approaching, but she was walking softly, but I thought I heard something scrapping across the hardwoods leading to my study. Then I heard the knock on the door, and couldn't help but smile. This would be a key point in our relationship, even if we were going to have a relationship? "Come in Andrea..." I said in a steady, even and measured tone.

She had already entered but was waiting hesitantly at the threshold. "You may enter and please close the door behind you...lock it." My command was clear, I wanted not ambiguity as to what I wanted. I knew...I wanted her...the question, which I found shocking after how much of last night had gone...was did she still want me...and if so...under the terms that I thought we had mutually agreed.

As I often did in business, I went with an assumptive close, a posture where my statements suggested I was proceeding along a path we had already agreed to. "As my PFA, when you enter my study, you should ask me if I want the door open, closed or locked, it will depend on the situation and my plan at the moment." I had not yet heard her move yet, and I waited to hear the door click.

"You were a naughty girl last night...you disappointed me, terribley!" I said sternly, letting the words sink in, still unable to see what she was doing behind me. "I don't know what you meant exactly by Personal Fuck Assistant? I thought I had, but perhaps not...for the key word there is FUCKING...making me cum, in you, on you, however I choose. Was their some confusion? Do we have a problem here Andrea....do you not like my cock?" I hesitated and actually felt vulnerable. "For the one thing I do not want to happen is to be left hard and blueballed...I believe you could be excellent at the job we discussed...but to be a good girl...you have to want to make me cum and enjoy it...do you understand?"

"Please come her and stand before me...I believe some punishment may be in order, not that I want to...but it would be for your own good. Perhaps spanking? Hmmm...Andrea please come stand in front of my desk...and look at me...."

This was the moment...I wanted her to know I had liked the girl from last night...my belief about drinking was it did not make you do things you didn't want to do...it made you do and say exactly what you wanted...but were just generally too afraid or ashamed to do sober...however, I guess I was about to find out?
 
My stomach lurched in my belly and it felt like I'd been punched, the breath knocked out of me. Was I hearing right?

I was immobile, frozen, shocked, surprised. I was still Uncle Rick's PFA? I wasn't fired? I wasn't being thrown out?

My confusion continued as I tried to rearrange my universe to line up with this new reality. Was my drunken flirtatious rambling of last night being taken seriously? Worse, was I being held to it? Was this even worse than being kicked out?

My limbs suddenly jerked into motion and leaving the case behind I muttered, "Sorry Sir," and stumbled awkwardly to the desk, standing before my uncle like the naughty schoolgirl that I was.

Fucking, Cum, Cock, Enjoy it, Spanking, his words rattled round my sober brain and all my upbringing rebelled, telling me it was disgusting, dirty, wrong.

I knew all that to be true, and rehearsed in my head the apology, that I was sorry to lead him on, sorry I let my imagination run away with me, sorry I made promises I couldn't fulfil, and almost believed I said it out loud.

But my body knew differently, and without conscious guidance from the front of my brain my hands undid the fastening on my jeans, drawing down the zip and tugging the denim over my hips and bum to mid thigh. Glancing into Uncle Rick's face from under my eyelashes i shuffled forward and laid myself across his lap, my left hip pressing his tummy, panty-clad ass presented.

"I'm sorry I'm a naughty girl, Uncle Rick, please spank me."

Did I actually say that?
 
I had made my case, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...." except there was no courtroom, thank goodness, and no jury of my peers, even more fortunate. I had made my statemen to a jury of one, ignoring the end of our night and any possible sliding back, guilt or sobriety that might well be derailing my summer of debauchery. I had acted like her last move was the mistake, not all the filthy, taboo statements that had lead to it. Statements shocking, I should have been shocked, and I was...but not in horror or revulsion, more like the young child who dreamed of a certain bicycle only to wake up Christmas morning and find it there and waiting underneath his stocking.

I had stopped and waited, I was sure she was deliberating, unconsciously knowing the impact of her next move. I was about to turn around, make sure she was still there, and hadn't run away crying up to my wife, or calling her father, my brother, with the Faustian agreement that she had offered, and I as the true adult had most inappropriately accepted.

"Sorry, Sir!" I heard it and the smile she would never see turned up into a wicked grin. I pushed away from my desk to give her room as I heard and then saw her slip around facing me. I watched as her small hands went and found the button on her jeans, and worked her zipper down, my heart was racing, my cock suddenly rigid and throbbing, she was mine!

Her jeans slid down over her petite hips and perfect ass, and she stopped mid thigh. I new I had never seen a sexier sight in my life, not just for what it was, but for what it portended for the future. She moved forward and presented herself across my lap, her little bum slightly turned up in the air. I felt the tip of my hardened cock pressed down ever so slightly by her firm tummy.

"Yes, you were naughty...so naughty...." Not for her obscene offer, but for not fulfilling my desire last night, so cruelly leaving me hard and unsatisfied, as I lay there next to my wife. "I am proud of you for admitting your mistake and taking your punishment..." I ran my hand over her ass, kneeding her firm ass cheeks and spreading them just a bit. Despite the deliciousness of the position, something was not quite right. Sliding my hand up to her waistband, one quick hard tug, ripped the panties from her body, leaving her perfect bare ass, and slightly revealed pussy through her firm thighs now bare and available to me.

"There we go...much better. Remind me, when we go shopping later, picking out some things for your new position, we should make sure we buy you plenty of pairs of panties, for I will tend to rip them off as I please." Now, I began rubbing her ass more, wondering what she was thinking, massaging it, enjoying how fit she was, how tight and round her little bottom felt in my hand.

"I like your bum Andrea, it is very nice, I know I will enjoy it...." And with that I rose my hand and gave her right cheek it's first firm slap. As I rose my hand after striking her, I could see the red outline of my handprint. "....It is a shame that I have to do this, but you know it is for your own good." With that, I again rose my hand, and gave her left cheek a matching mark. The sound of the slap echoed in my study.

I began to rub it out, rubbing each cheek, spreading them slighly, giving me greater access to her young cunt, coming dangerously close but not quite touching her soft netherlips peaking through. I wanted to play, but I needed her body to tell me...how it reacted. Should I spank her some more...would this discipline and control make her wet, and would I see her lips glisten, silently requesting my touch and attention? Should I spank her a bit more? She had been naughty, I liked her naughty...I rubbed and rubbed, deciding what I might do next....
 
The two spanks made a lot of noise and made me jump, but they didn't really hurt just made my skin glow, a situation made more so by the way Uncle Rick was stroking my bum and kneading my ass cheeks.

What had he just said? That I was so naughty? Why did that make my insides light up? And then ripping off my panties! That was so sexy! With the promise he'd do it again, a lot! But I had no intention of reminding him to buy me panties; I like the idea of not wearing any and could hardly wait to have breakfast with Aunt Ashley knowing I had no underwear beneath my jeans. Would he make me take my bra off beneath the sweater?

After two spanks Uncle Rick started to stroke my bum better, and the anticipated next few smacks never happened.

My conscious mind said, good, enough, it's wrong, get dressed, but what I actually said was,

"I was much naughtier than that, Uncle Rick, at least five times as naughty?" clearly begging for another eight spanks to bring me to ten.

Would he oblige? Or would Uncle Rick make me have to be naughty again to feel more of the quickening in my tummy and heat between my thighs.

I could hear my sensible head telling me to stop being such a slut, but my hips responded to his touch and tilted so his thumb could claim two holes right now, holes asking to be penetrated while my ass cheeks begged to be spanked more.

The only thing that could make this better was if someone could see us. Where did that thought come from? I tried to banish it, but it hovered grinning wickedly at me.
 
I chuckled just a bit, and adjusted myself slightly to allow my cock to press more comfortable up against her young tummy, as I was getting very, very hard! "Yes, you were, I am glad you realize that, I need you to understand the consequences of being that naughty.

I saw her adjust, opening a bit, and this time I could see the positive impact my discipline was having on her young pussy. SLAP! rub, rub, SLAP!! rub, rub, SMACK! a bit harder, alternating from cheek to cheek as her as began to have a pinkish hue. SMACK!!!! The other cheek as I felt her body react.

This time as I rubbed, I let my fingers slide down between her folds, and I pressed them in to rub her soft, velvety lips and begin to lubricate my fingers. SLAP, SLAP quick to each cheek, rub, rub ...deeper this tine sliding to fingers inside her young cunt to saw and tease, and then release.

SMACK!!!! Harder, then rubbing and this time after finger fucking her, I raised my hand to my mouth, and tasted her, covering my thumb and index finger in saliva, my fingers dripping wet. My fingers were lubricated, and I gave her one more SMACK!!!! to her ass, but this time I did not rub, instead I brought my wet fingers down to tease both her pussy and her tight, pink rosebud. "Andrea, tell me the truth, did you cum last night? Or did you obey my orders?"

I heard the rumble outside and saw our lawn service pull up, they cut the grass and trimmed the bushes each Saturday morning...but I paid little attention, I was far more interested in my niece's answer...she had another apology to make as well...to kiss and make up with my scorned, hard, cock!
 
Oh the spanks felt good, even the harder ones though I wasn't not so keen on the stinging sensation.

"No Sir, I didn't cum. I haven't orgasmed since we talked last night," enjoying having to talk out loud about my orgasms, liking being made to discuss such personal things as cums and masturbation.

The feel of my Uncle's fingers penetrating me was amazing, and I could feel him poised to take both my cunt and my bum hole at the same time.

Was this what they called a Double Penetration? I tried to remember what I'd read and was pretty sure ass and cunt was a DP, though usually it was two different cocks at the same time.

Was this a taste of thongs to come?

"Is that all my punishment, Uncle Rick? Am I forgiven now?" wondering what else I could do that was slightly naughty for more punishment, as my hungry pussy leaked its juices begging for attention.
 
God, I am so fucking horny, this has gone even better than I hoped. I had half felt you were going to tell me yesterday was just a huge mistake, but you don't and her you are, your young tight ass bent over me, your legs spreading as I spank you, and I can see as well as feel how wet your pussy is.

I have spanked you 8 times so far, and owe you at least two more. I have been teasing your asshole and the opening of your cunt, letting you wonder which hole I will enjoy. I intend to enjoy both, and hopefully your mouth as well. I grind a bit into you as I spank you, giving my cock a bit of relief, as I can feel the precum beginning to roll out of the tip of my hard, hard cock.

"Well, that was a good girl not to cum last night...very good, so I think we can end the punishment with..." Slap, Slap, two softer slaps on your ass. It is a nice pink but not dark red. I keep my hand on top of your ass, pressing you into me, grinding just a bit.

I see the hispanic men unloading their mowers from their trucks, they will do our backyard first which my office look out over. And if they are close, and I have my lights on, like I do know, they can look inside if they look closely.

"Since you didn't cum last night..." I put my fingers in my mouth again, but this time as I take my dripping fingers out, I press the tip of my thumb into the tight entrance of your ass, and I hook my index finger and slide it deep into your wet cunt. "Have you ever had your ass taken? You must relax your body and let my press in...it will make what I do to your pussy feel even better and tighter!"

I keep pressing in...pushing my thumb into your tightest hole. "Are you hungry this morning Andrea....it is still a bit before breakfast...you left me in a bad state last night...you don't want to do that again this morning do you...that would be very, very naught!" As I say this, Slowly I begin to thrust in, and finger fuck both of your young holes.
 
I grunted and gasped as my Uncle's fingers pushed inside me, and wriggled a bit on his lap to get the angles right before relaxing as much as I could like he said. Oh fuck, but it felt good.

"Oh but I am very very naughty Sir, very naughty indeed! I deserve to be punished," and I paused to catch my breath as the sensations travelled from my holes to deep inside to my nipples to my face and back to my glowing ass cheeks.

My body was a mess of raw stimulation and my mind a cess pit of depravity. I craved some form of degradation but couldn't put it into words. Maybe Uncle Rick understood such things but I didn't, and I was glad he was here to protect me from myself. My pussy loved his attention, and he was right about my asshole adding a new dimension to being penetrated. Would he one day introduce me to the joys of a double cock filled penetration?

"Yes Sir I'm hungry," guessing what Uncle Rick was alluding to, "your Personal Cum Recepticle is hungry to be filled Sir," hoping he would treat me to another first that I craved.

Would I like the taste of semen, of sperm in my mouth? I hoped so. I knew I liked the smell, the feel of it, but so far hadn't tried it on my tongue. Was this morning to be my oral initiation? Was I about to give my first blow job? Suck off my first cock? Receive my first face fuck?

I was almost stunned at how dirty I'd become in just one day. Almost stunned. A wicked smile turned the corners of my mouth. I was enjoying being bad.
 
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I chuckled, "Well, it all depends, when you are my good little girl, doing as I say, and I want...I am very pleased, but when you are bad and disobey or leave me hard and not cumming when I need to like last night, that is very, very bad and will be punished. However, I think I have spanked your cute little ass enough for right now, but you are right, last night was very, very bad...particularly after you had been such a good girl at the dance, telling me your fantasies, and then displaying yourself like a good girl should!"

As I spoke I kept working my fingers more and more, fucking her tight little asshole, and almost equally tight pussy, deep and hard. "Like right now, I will tell you, not ever PFA is this good, or enjoys this much, taking things in her ass. But you are being a good girl, enjoying having her ass fucked, even being double penetrated. That opens so many possibilities of things we can do?"

"We also need to change positions, I can't have my PCR getting too hungry....but you must show good manners when you suck my cock...lick and get him nice and wet, up and down, tease the head, and lick and suck my balls...only then will he feed you what you are most hungry for?" My cock ached to feel her touch, her hands, fingers tongue and throat...plus I wanted to play with her entire body while my fingers fucked her ass and cunt!

I heard the mowers start up and knew soon the men would be mowing the back lawn. "I think my naughty girl needs to be put on display...Andrea, please stand up and remove your clothing, I want you to get on your hands and knees up on my desk...and don't worry about the men outside...if they ask later I will just explain I am training my new PFA. I am sure it won't bother them, they may even stop to enjoy the view!"
 
What was he saying? My jaw dropped as his instructions hit me. They may even enjoy the view? Was Uncle Rick seriously expecting me to get naked, on his desk in full view of the window, so random gardeners would be able to see me? See that I was naked? Maybe even see my tits?

A rush of fear and excitement lit my body. My uncle was still finger fucking my pussy and asshole together setting me on fire from within and his words made my skin burn with another form of ecstasy. But I wasn't drunk this time. I had to display myself stone cold sober. No, not cold. Quite the opposite.

A grin crossed my face. Careful what you wish for, girl. Hadn't I just thought how hot it would be if my spanking was witnessed? But this was a whole step further. Yes, I still wanted to be spanked in front of others. This was different. Maybe even better? Or worse? Could I actually do it?

It wasn't the kind of disobedience that would be cute and sexy, but the kind that ruins everything. And I'd promised to do anything, anything at all.

Getting up off his lap I stepped away a pace or two where I was in full view of both him and the window. My insides were bubbling in a turmoil of mixed feelings. It was like this was a turning point. The true start of something Big.

I shuffled my jeans off my legs and feet. The knickers, panties I corrected, had already gone. Lifting my sweater by the hem with crossed hands I whipped it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. Reaching behind I undid my bra and let it fall. I was naked. Nude. Standing in front of my uncle. By an uncurtained window. With men outside just metres away. I couldn't hear them working and was afraid to look out.

Obeying my orders, I climbed onto the empty wooden desktop and perched facing Uncle Rick, on my hands and knees.

"Your Personal Fuck Assistant and Cum Receptacle is ready for your pleasure, Sir."
 
It felt strange to no longer have my fingers inside of her, and for a second, only a second, I regretted the impulsiveness of my request. That is until I was able to watch my alluring young ingenue get up and slide down her pants, peel off her sweater, and then unfasten her bra and stand on display before me.

I loved her willingness to display her nubile young body for me, and I thought of the fun we would have once we were working in my office, my executive conference room, both with glass walls overlooking the city below. I smiled. "Mmmm, that is my good girl, with such a naughty little body!" This was her first time displaying herself completely naked to me in person. I assumed my wife was still asleep directly above us in the master bedroom, oblivious to my enjoying our naked young niece.

I had wondered if she would submit to my request, she had to know that there were an increasing number of men, young and old beginning to patrol our large back yard, and pool, five in all. Three were less than ten meters from my office windows, and would have little trouble looking in.

Then, exactly as requested, and living up to her prior promises of doing anything I asked, she climbed up on my dask. Kneeling there on her hands and knees like a trophy, to be admired and enjoyed. So...I did exactly that.

"Your Personal Fuck Assistant and Cum Receptacle is ready for your pleasure, Sir." I let out a small laugh, "You certainly are...and I certainly will."

Standing up, I took my phone from my pocket, and took a quick picture. I just wanted to memorialize this moment so that I might enjoy it later. Who knows who might enjoy seeing this? The guys in my foursome at the club? My executive team at work, meeting our newest employee? Hmmm, I wonder if my brother has imagined his lovely young daughter like this? Father's can barely help themselves.

I tossed my phone to the side, and I reached out my hand and ran my fingertips up the back of her calf, up her thigh, her inner thigh of course, grazing the dripping lips of her pussy I had just been fucking with my fingers and would soon return, over the curve of her ass, over the small of her back and up her spine, and then sliding around her ribs, I massaged her nipple, and then rolled it, and then held it in a long pinch. I just wanted to watch her body's reaction, how my kitten enjoyed being petted?

Suddenly, the mower stopped and I heard silence, I looked out over my shoulder and their all five men were standing, staring, as word had quickly spread of the display happening inside. "You have a gallery...you deserver it!" I sighed as I moved back behind her. "I like you in this position, even more on my desk, please get used to it...if I ask you to assume the position...this is what I mean."

I could not hold back any longer. I wanted to feed her my cock but first I needed to feel and watch my PFA cum to my touch. Leaning forward I took my hands and spread the cheeks of her shapely, sexy bum, and began teasing her pucker with my tongue, swirling and teasing it, until I hardened it and began to press in. Turning my thumb and index finger into a "U" I pushed my thumb deep into her vagina, and worked her clit first slowly and then faster and harder with my index finger.

"There are lots of ways for me to enjoy your ass and pussy...but Andrea...." I fucked her harder and harder as I ate her ass. "You have done exactly what I asked...now...I want you to cum!"
 
I was already so wound up it wasn't going to take much for me to cum, to orgasm, to obey my uncle's latest command.

I was learning that I really enjoyed what was happening. I loved his disgusting orders, his filthy talk, his treating me like a sex toy, his ownership of my body, showing me off to the gardeners outside this very window.

I stared right at them while my own uncle fucked me with his fingers and pleasured my bum hole, and so help me I came. Big. Shudders and judders, my insides exploding. Literally. I felt myself gush a squirt of juice, something I'd never done before. But I was hungry for cock. And spunk. I craved it, needed it.

His hands on my body had been exquisite, making my skin tingle, wetness flood and nipples burn. The way he played with my tits was fantastic. I loved being naked for him, and so hoped I would get more opportunities.

My breathing was returning to normal and I expected the usual post orgasm embarrasment that I normally got after masturbating. But no, I was just hungry for more.

Now I wanted my reward, my prize. I wanted to suck his big pretty cock and drain all the semen from his balls till it filled my tummy. I wanted to eat breakfast with Aunt Ashley, adding her food on top of her husband's jism already filling my insides, I wanted to watch him kiss her with the lips that had just been in my bum hole, touch her with the fingers that had just been in my cunt and on my clit. I wanted to kiss her cheek with lips that had just been wrapped round her husband's cock.

I was a depraved shameful slut, and I loved it.
 
My thumb buried deep in her young twat, my index finger mercilessly teasing her engorged clit, and my tongue now pushing halfway up her rectum, I felt it on my tongue first. That powerful clench, and then a rapid second, as her ass was the leading indicator of her pending orgasm, and then spasm after glorious spasm, as her body bucked and I had to pull my tongue up to avoid the chance of concussion.

When my little slut came, she came hard, even firing a little squirt of juice. "Mmm, you are a squirter, just wait until you see what I can do with that...we will have that naughty little cunt firing like a firehouse soon, covering the furniture and carpets with plastic, otherwise able to contain your juices!" It was a compliment...Andrea was just full of surprises and each one made her even more perfect in my eyes! I let her ride out her orgasm to completion, "That was very good....you will learn to let go even more....let me hear in your words and groans what a needy little whore you are...but that was an excellent start!"

I brought my cum covered fingers to her mouth as I walked around the desk, giving her a chance to taste her own orgasm. It was delicious! She was on all fours, and now I stood with my back to the window facing her. Grabbing the hem of my shirt I pulled the polo up and over my head and tossed it on my desk chair. "I want you to watch and enjoy, in the future you will do this for me..."

I watched her eyes as I unbuckled my belt, and slid down my boxer briefs and shorts, my body firm and muscular before her, my large cock extended outward, slightly turned up, a dollop of precum secreting from my velvety, mushroomed head. My pubic hair was shaved to give her easy access and making my erect cock look even bigger. "You like?" I smiled, "Why don't you crawl over and introduce yourself to your master? Show him how a good little PFA can worship a cock?"

I longed to feel her lips on my tip, her tongue run up and down my shaft and balls, I wanted her wet and sloppy, spit if need be...lots of mouth and hands, saliva dripping everywhere. "Have you ever sucked a cock? If not, it is high time you learn...you will do it often...and when I do cum...I expect ever drop to go inside to stay inside my cum receptacle!"
 
I watched closely as Uncle Rick revealed his big attractive cock to me, and licking my lips clean of my own cum juice I clambered down from the desk and resumed my All Fours on the floor, literally crawling to my uncle. Naked. Just finger fucked and freshly orgasmed.

And here was my reward.

Kneeling up I extended my head forward and stuck out my tongue, softly licking round the big end of his cock. A cock that pretty soon was going to be buried deep in my cunt. A thought that made me smile. Once the Head was wet and slobbery I trailed my tongue down the erectiin's right side, then back to the pointy end and repeated along the left side. Moving back a little I checked my work, and repeated it to give the sides a good coating of saliva. Then it was the turn of the curved top, little circle licks to get it slathered, and finally the underside, my tongue busy and finishing back where I started.

I placed a chaste kiss on the end right over the pee hole then opened my mouth to take the whole spongy end between my lips, tongue swirling around it. Pressing forward I got it to the back of my throat, sucking hard. Pulling back I let it almost escape before plunging down again until Uncle Rick was banging the back of my throat. Forward, back, forward, back over and over, becore pulling off and sucking each ball in its teabag, then resuming the sucking off, forward and back, over and over.

When it felt like I was getting near to getting him off, I slid a finger against his ass hole, the other hand holding his balls while I finally pushed beyond my limit until I felt the cock slip into my throat proper. Now I was really sucking cock. I felt proud of myself and tried to coax out a blast of spunk. I wanted the cream atop my prize.
 
As I watched her crawl down from the desk, and then crawl to me on the floor on her hands and knees, I could not help but think of how becoming my PFA would be in a leash and collar. In fact that was the only think her outfit was missing, perhaps a pair of stiletto high heels. In fact there were several things young Andrea needed before her first day at the office...I would make some calls, have some things ready for her, let her give me a private fashion show.

I love how her eyes never leave my cock. There is nothing an older man wants more than to see a sexy young woman lusting after his cock. Lust she does, crawling over with a purpose. There is no longer any sense of shyness or reticence, she is a dog, a bitch, after a bone, my bone, and I take my throbbing cock in my hand and hold it out to her in offering. I watch her stop, and then slowly, letting my watch as she extends her tongue and takes her first taste.

"I hope you like the taste of cock...my cock...I plan to feed you lots of it!" From there, it may be her first time tasting a man, enjoying a man, but she is a prodigy, a natural! As she slobbers up and down my cock, coating it in saliva, nice and sloppy exactly as I like it, I reach down and run my fingers through her head, and I speak to her in French, "suceuse de bite la plus talentueuse...my talented little cock sucker!"

I am in heaven, I truly am. I am no longer thinking of the men watching, only the sweet young mouth, currently licking and sucking my cock and balls. I keep my hand in her hair, knowing I will want control later, but as I look down, I moan, enjoying the view. "Never is a woman more beautiful than when she has your cock in her mouth...and you kitten, look so beautiful right now I can barely stand it."

I wish I had a phone, and I make a note to myself, the next time, perhaps even later today when Andrea again sucks my cock, I plan to take a video. She has slathered my cock, sucked my balls, left no aspect of my flesh untouched and sent delight over and over emanating from my prick and firing through my body. "Oh fuck that his good...so good....baby you are my new favorite cock sucker...fuck you are a such a perfect little slut!"

I feel my balls pulling up, my cock twtching...and the moment of truth is here...I grab her head in both hands,the head of my huge cock now deep down her throat, and I begin to thrust, fuck her mouth as my balls slap her chin. I use her mouth, for my own savage need, and I drive my cock in fucking her throat...." Good gilr...so good...such a hot little bitch...such a good cum sluuuuuuttttt!!!!"

My hands gripping her head, my body thrusting my back arched...my cock fires hard, over and over...pumping and dumping, emptying my balls into my PFA's sexy tummy! I could not be happier or more proud of my little niece...
 
"Mm," I scooped some stray gobs of man cum from my chin where Uncle Rick had oozed while withdrawing from my throat and mouth, "Am I your Kitten, your Talented Little Cock Sucker, your Perfect Little Slut, your Good Cum Slut?" I giggled a bit loving my new names, not sure if I'd remember them all but very happy to have so many compliments, enjoying the strange yet welcome taste of man nectar.

Glancing behind my uncle I watched the assembled gardeners move off back to work, but they seemed quite happy with the little show he'd put on for them.

I perched my bare behind against Uncle Rick's desk, and became serious for a moment.

"I know you just said lots of nice things to me, things any girl would be proud to hear, but honestly Uncle Rick, was I any good? I've not really had a chance to learn, to practice, so I just kinda did what seemed natural? I do want to learn to be a prefect cock sucker, and hopefully you'll soon teach me to be a great fuck too?"

Through the closed door I could hear sounds of the household stirring, and suddenly remembered my first serious oversight.

"Shit! I forgot to lock the door!" looking at my uncle I was frozen in indecision. Did I dash naked to the door and lock it, risking someone coming in before I got there, them seeing me stark pussy titty naked; or did I throw my clothes on first?

I felt like that rabbit cought in the headlights that people talk about. Now I knew what they meant. Which conjured a new image, Bunny. Maybe I could be Uncle Rick's Fuck Bunny? Should I ask him?
 
I looked at her, "A talented little cock sucker always cleans her master up when finished, making sure he is fresh to be put away until their next session." I loved her tight, petite body, her sweet face and pouty lips, and I loved them most down between my legs while worshipping my cock! I was in a nice post orgasmic bliss, a nice buzz going through my entire body as my endorphins settled down, and I enjoyed the sensation of thoroughly drained balls. It would be a brief respite, I was still semi hard, and with the right motivation I could easily be hard again, and more than ready to deposit even more into my sexy receptacle.

"Yes, you are all of those..." I watched as she began to rest her firm little booty against the edge of my desk. I reached out running the back of my fingers up and down her trimmed little bush. "When I pet you, or you come and sit on my lap, you are my kitten...my pet. But when you present yourself, on all fours, or laying back on my desk or perhaps bent over the back of my couch, you are my perfect little slut, my cum receptacle...but just now, on your knees in front of me, you are my talented little cocksucker, like a baby robin, your mouth open, needing me to feed you!"

I was thinking, something was missing, she was so cute, precocious, and as my fingers slid down her bush and petted her soft lips, I knew we would have more names, as we were very soon going to fuck. I saw the sudden seriousness of her tone. So I got serious as well, she deserved a thoughtful response to a well phrased question. "First it is good that you ask me for feedback for only with constructive criticism can you fully improve. However, if you hadn't told me, I would never have guessed mine was the first cock you had sucked, or the first cum you had swallowed, but it pleases me very much that I am. I plan to be your first for nearly everything, and that by the end of the summer, there is virtually no aspect of carnal relations that you will not be expert."

I closed my eyes, again, enjoying the feel of her on my hand, and remembering the various skills she so naturally displayed. "Your tongue work was excellent, I like lots of saliva and a talented cocksucker gives a nice sloppy blowjob. You can even go further, feel free to spit on my cock and balls and then lap it up. Yes, the tongue work was very nice." It was as if I was providing feedback on a document, her grammar, spelling, sentence structure and how she had framed the argument and supported it appropriately with facts.

"Now, I do like some tongue work, in my asshole, perhaps next time I will position myself so you can thoroughly rim me, after you have my cock nice and wet, and stroke me as you do...however I will always want to finish in either your mouth where you swallow, or painting your tits and body where I will then expect you to wear my cum, of course you can eat some off your fingers as well."

I thought more, wanting my review to be thorough. "Honestly though, you are a natural, and that was a splendid start, I do not remember enjoying a cock sucking more, and to think that is just the start, you will have so many opportunities to suck my cock, alone and in groups, I can hardly wait for our next time!"

That brought another thought to my mind, "Fucking! Ah, yes, we need to fuck soon, today, perhaps a few times if we can fit it in?" I laughed at my own little joke. "I am trying to decide if we will just enjoy the pool here, or if I will take you over to the club...either way, I expect we will have time to fuck." Again I was acting like we were scheduling time for coffee later, but she would grow accustom to this, her job was to suck, fuck and otherwise be available as I needed, I wanted her ready and in clothes that left little to the imagination and were even more easily accessible. If she was to be my personal slut, we did not have to hold up much pretense otherwise. Perhaps to my wife and daughter, but otherwise, I was already thinking of how much I enjoyed her like this naked, and thinking about ways I might keep her just like this when we were in the office or traveling. "Please spread your legs a bit..." I asked wanting to enjoy her a bit mre as we chatted.

"When we do fuck, initially I will select and guide the positions, but once we have done it a bit, you may request certain things if you are in a particular mood? Similarly, you may notify me when you are particularly horny and would have otherwise masturbated. For, of course, that is no longer your decision. You may only touch yourself upon my request or approval. But if you really need cock, you should let me know, and when possible I will supply you. I hope you will become increasingly dependent upon it, needing it, craving it...for then you will know that you are the insatiable slut I want you to be. Andrea, I want you to be filthy, I want you to need it, do not be ashamed, some men like women that are hard to get, I want one who is always open and wanting!"

I summed up, "Yes, I am very pleased, you are a very good cocksucker already and I think with constant repetition, you will be even better. Do you have any other questions?" I saw her look at the door, and acknowledge her mistake, and then I was less pleased. "That is unfortunate, and remind me, that I need to punish you later!" I also heard the downstairs servant milling about. Maria, was whistling as she dusted the downstairs living room, great room and dining room, and she would soon be in to see me to ask about starting breakfast. She knew I liked to cook on weekends but she would usually get the things ready that I requested and clean up later.

She had also become increasingly flirtatious, which I liked as Ashely could be a real bitch to her, and I would make amends with special gifts. My last gift had been a set of lingerie, admittedly a bit risqué, but I had teased, "I am sure you have someone who would enjoy this, but if not, I am quite confident your employer would." She had giggled and winked and since then I had noticed her much more touchy feely.

I looked down at Andrea, "Why don't you hop on over to the door and fix that, for we can't have them seeing us like this, can we?" I was not yet ready to be clothed, but I knew our time was drawing near. I heard a louder noise outside and was pretty sure it was Ashely. She would be hung over, likely only wearing a robe. "Rick, have you seen Andrea, her room was empty, where are you?" She bellowed in a croaky, froggy kind of voice. I knew the voice well, and only a bloody mary at breakfast would begin to turn her day around.

I looked at Andrea and winked, "Ashe, I am in my office with Andrea, I have already put her to work, would you like to join us?" The question was quite rhetorical as I knew the answer but I saw the look in Andrea's eyss. "Gaaawd Nooo...what did you call her, your PFA...Jesus Rick give the kids a break, I doubt she wanted to start today already...it is the fucking weekend!" I was silently laughing, and I whispered to Andrea, "Yes, and we will spend the weekend fucking!" "Be there in a second, we are about done here...for now!" I picked up Andreas sweater and pants, and tossed them to her. "The sweater is fine, but don't you have those sexy little gym shorts, the kind with letters on the ass?...No underwear!"

I tossed her bra and torn panties into my desk drawer an started to walk out..."Come down and you can help me with breakfast..." I walked out in the hall and there she stood smiling, "Good morning Maria....I have someone to introduce you to..."
 
I nodded along as I listened to my uncle's instructions, his teaching. I knew I'd have alot to learn, and hoped Uncle Rick would give me time to absorb averything that was new. I wanted to please him, make him happy with me. I wanted to do well, be a success. Ha! A suck-cess.

There was just so much, though. He seemed quite pleased with my first attempts as his Personal Fuck Assistant, though actually he hadn't fucked me yet. So far I was his Personal Cocksucking Assistant and was quite proud of making him cum. It made me smile when he talked about me getting to crave cock and cum. I was already there, and had actually been there for a while. With hindsight it was just the unfortunate crappiness of my first experiences that had subdued my enthusiasm. The reality sadly at odds with my expectations. I hoped that with Uncle Rick there'd be no such disappointment. I really wanted my tummy absolutely filled up with spunk.

I was still struggling to understand the change in me, from good girl to slut in the blink of an eye. But then I realised I'd always been a slut, just never allowed to let her out.

The almost-confrontation with Aunt Ashley had my heart racing in panic, the way Uncle Rick even invited her in while I was still naked! I quickly scrambled back into my jeans and sweater, no underwear of course, and wondered what kind of gym shorts my uncle liked. I had a pair of running shorts in my bag, which I obviously needed to take back up to my room and unpack again.

My head was still buzzing and thoughts of "can I be Fuck Bunny as well as Kitten?" and "I'd love to wear your cum on my body" dashed from side to side in there, just waiting for a chance to spill out. Maybe when we were next alone I'd be able to voice them?

But first, it seemed, I was to meet the maid, Maria? I hoped she'd be nice to me. I needed friends. Gwen was nice, but was also competition.
 
Andrea was scurrying to put on her clothes, which was cute as she so obviously enjoyed being naked. She enjoyed being naked almost as much as I enjoyed looking at her incredible little body. I walked directly to Maria, in an effort to give Andrea just a bit more time.

As Maria came over she had a huge smile, "Mr. Simpson..." She was speaking with her charming Spanish accent, "...I did not think I would have the pleasure...I didn't even dress..." And then she stopped realizing what I said and realizing we had an audience. However, Maria was not only attracted to handsome older men, she was attracted to pretty young women as well. There was something about Andrea, perhaps it was her just fucked look and slightly messy hair, or as she got closer she smelled so deliciously of cum, but Maria was just as nice to Andrea.

She raised her brow, "Shame on you Mr. Simpson, tu sobrina es linda!" I smiled, "Yes and her name is Andrea, but yes, my niece is very pretty!...She is going to be working as my assistant this summer while she stays with us, so you will be seeing lots of her...." I turned and winked at Andrea. "...I hope we all will be seeing a lot of her."

Maria was not the polite, hand shaking kind of girl, she was a hugger. She moved toward Andrea with arms open and pulled her into a welcoming embrace. "It is nice to hear that you will be helping Mr. Simpson..." And then she pulled away slightly, and looked into her eyes, as she smelled the distinct scent of sex on the young girl, pheromones pungent, in her young musk, a scent with which the surprisingly experienced Maria was quite familiar. "Perhaps we could even HELP Mr. Simpson together...mmmm, yes, I think I would enjoy that, I hope you would too!"

And then she let go of the hug and turned letting us admire the tight back of the dress on her uniform that nicely displayed her slender, yet curvaceous young figure. "Mr. Simpson, I was thinking you might want to make some of your omelettes this morning, I have some muy caliente habeneros that we can mix in, if you are looking to make it spicy this morning....or perhaps you already have?"

She was teasing, fishing, but I expected she had her suspicions. "I assume Mrs. Simpson will want her Bloody Mary, shall I make one for anyone else? Would you like one Miss Andrea...or are you planning on taking a quick shower before breakfast...you don't need to....I quite like you exactly as you are!" She was bubbly and vibrant, that was just her, I hoped Andrea would like her....
 
I watched Maria walk away, or rather sachet away with fantastic hips and ass swinging, and was left somewhat bemused. The sudden shifts and tilts of the world had left me off balance.

First, my horror at realising I'd not locked the door and anyone could have walked in on us while we were having sex. Then almost having Aunt Ashley burst in and see me naked in her husband's office with no good explanation why I'd be nude in there with my uncle. Then actually being discovered by Maria the maid, though thankfully I was at least dressed by then. But I knew she suspected. It was obvious she thought we'd been fucking, and even approved. Maybe wanted to join in? Would that be ok?

I got the feeling Uncle Rick would be delighted. And she was pretty, and sexy, and a bit older than me so bound to know things I could learn. Would Uncle Rick let us both suck his cock at the same time, maybe share his cum? That might be quite fun. I'd need to look that up on the intrernet and get some ideas. Research, I decided.

Shaking my head as if that would clear my thoughts and let them settle into some kind of order, I turned to grin at my uncle, very happy with how the day had started, and grabbed the handle of my case, returning back up to my bedroom.

I decided to do my unpacking later, but rummaged around until I found what I needed. Finally I came back down for breakfast in just sweater and shorts and sandals and nothing else, greeting Aunt Ashley with a kiss on her cheek and smiling innocently at Uncle Rick while Maria bustled about and gave me a knowing look.

It was obvious that I hadn't showered, but would my uncle know that I had chosen not to brush my teeth? That my spermy breath and lips had just kissed his wife? It gave me a thrill, and I hoped his fingers were also unwashed, coated in my own cunt juice. The wrongness was so delightful.
 
As Andrea left, it was the first time I really noticed that the had her suitcase with her, and I was a bit confused, had she been thinking of leaving this morning? Or perhaps she was afraid she would be kicked out after leaving me blue balled the night before? I smiled at her naivety, particularly for the latter.

No, I had not been happy as I want to sleep, my cock achingly hard and no one to get me off. However, after our little session at the graduation, and then the picture she had sent me of her naked little body all ready to play, it was going to take much more than a single night of blue balls to fire my personal fuck assistant. She had clearly voiced significant enthusiasm for the job, and really good, especially young, fuck assistants, were far too hard to find.

"Yes Maria, Mrs. Simpson will want a Bloody, and if we are going to spice it up this morning, so will I." I thought about Andrea last night, "And why don't you leave a bit of extra, Andrea had a bit more than she bargained for last night, but she might want a bit of the hair of the dog herself."

I was just cracking the eggs into the bowl, when Ashely shuffled in, she looked like something out of the Walking Dead, and was wearing only a lush terry robe, with what I assumed had nothing under it. Maria handed her, her drink, and Ashely took a big gulp. "Bless you girl!" she moaned, as the morning alcohol took a bit of the edge off the headache pounding through her body. I cold tell from just looking at her, that Ashe was headed back to bed which meant I would have Andrea all to myself.

Next coming in was Andrea, still in her sweater but now changed into shorts as I requested. I liked them, but there was still room for improvement, maybe a pair of sexy daisy dukes that showed just enough of her ass, even offered glimpses of her pussy. I was sure Gwen had plenty she could borrow. Gwen liked to marry hers with some sort of neon thong, that brought the eyes immediately to the glaring under materal. Gwen though was more of a cock tease, or so I suspected, getting many more men hard than she planned to get off. Andrea on the other hand was clearly a cock pleaser, gladly using her little body in any way she needed to in order to get her man, or at least me, to cum!

Maria turns and looks at you, and teasingly whistles, "Don't you just look good enough to eat...." I feel her hand massage up and down my arm, "Don't you think Mr. Simpson?" I turn and look over my shoulder and the first think i notice is your hard nipples, and I am confident you have followed my orders on no underwear. I laugh at Maria's comment, "Yes, that is a good description...I know I'd eat her, wouldn't you?" I see Andrea go give Ashely a kiss, and think about my cum on her breath, not sure Ashely will even notice. I also bring my fingers up smelling them and licking off the juices from the food intermingling with Andrea's cum. I don't even pay attention as Maria playfully licks my little finger. "Yep, delicious!" And winks.

Ashely is rubbing her glass against her forehead trying to soothe the headache, "Oh God, don't you ever stop?" she snarls. and I just shake my head, and look at the two girls, "No I do not!" I make the omelets and bring them to the table. I have to say, pretty good! Veggie omelets, with mushrooms, broccoli, onions and hot peppers, swiss cheese and just a touch of brandy. I make four plates, "come join us Maria." That reminds me, "Oh, I know tomorrow is your day off, but if you want to Andrea and I are going to be out by the pool, maybe you would like to join us? I'd invite you to the club with us today, but you don't have a bathing suit...and I'm not sure how they'd feel about my just taking you naked!"

Maria blushes and Ashely groans, but Maria doesn't let it pass, "I think that would be fun...if you don't mind me joining whatever you had planned?" She looks at us, "What are you planning to do today?" I look at Ashely, I think she is headed back to bed, but we might do some shopping for her to be ready on Monday, and then I was thinking of showing her around the club."
 
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