“Okay,” she finally decides. “In the future I’ll want you in panties, stockings, girdles, bras, the whole works. But I’m too hungry to f**k you right now. Get in bed, Uncle! Our secret life together has barely begun!”
Following her instructions I lie on my back, with a pillow under my butt to elevate my hips. Sasha climbs on the bed next to me, and withdraws a pair of stout black ropes from her bag. She uses these to tie my wrists to the bedposts, rendering me helpless to resist her. Then she reaches into her bag again, and produces a digital camera. Laughing again at my chagrin, she quickly snaps a dozen or more pictures of me tied to the bed, ridiculously erect and wearing my wife’s lingerie.
“There!” she declares. “Now I have proof of your guilt – not to mention your shameless pervers
