“Hello, baby! It’s almost evening, do you wish to get out of bed?” She asked sweetly while softly stroking my gradually-hardening cock with her fingertips. “Yeah. I think I’ve had my rest, aunty.” I replied before I sat up. “Mmm…” I moaned when I felt my aunty squeeze my semi-erect cock hard once. She let go of my cock and stood up fast. That’s when I noticed that she was wearing one of her loose, black-colored Burqa (a loose, petite coat-like garment that Muslim women wear over their regular clothes when they go out of the house) with a erotic dark colored scarf wrapped loosely around her head. “Come on then. Go get fresh. We’ll have coffee on the terrace, son.” Sheen Aunty smiled wide and patted my cheek before walking out of the living room. I got off of the couch I was napping on and walked to the bathroom. I was feeling wide awake once I splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself in the wide bathroom mirror and smiled wide. I was smiling because I was recalling everything that happened yesterday and today in the morning. I remembered thinking how apprehensive I was yesterday about trying out BDSM. Now look at you, I thought. You are smiling with glee now that you’ve found you like being dominant. Plus, the eagerness and excitement of Aunty Sheen had also emboldened me since yesterday. Just thinking about it was starting to make me hard sensual again. I shook my head and grinned before I stepped out of the bathroom. I walked into Aunt beautiful Sheen’s bedroom and found my shorts and Tee folded and neatly placed on her bed. I smiled again at aunt’s willingness to make things such extremely comfortable for me. I felt energized as I ran up the stairs, tattoo taking two at a time and stopped at the doorway to the terrace on top of the stairs. It was slightly sexy ajar instead of being locked from inside, as aunty usually kept the door locked when no one needed to go on the terrace. “There you are! Come here, sweetheart.” Aunt Sheen extended her hand and called to me. “I see you’ve been up from quite some time, huh?” I responded when I noticed Aunt Sheen had laid a comfortable carpet near the door. The terrace was immense, at least 1,500 sq ft with 3-feet high parapet walls running all along its boundary. Aunt Sheen had laid out the carpet at the west wall of the terrace, facing away from the setting sun. Strangely, the weather was pleasant at this time as there was a soft, cool breeze blowing with the setting sun casting lovely lush colors on the sparse clouds in the sky above. The carpet had a tray kept in the middle, with a thermos of coffee and two huge coffee mugs. Also placed along the coffee was my packet of cigarettes and the lighter as well as the ash-tray from the stairs. Aunt Sheen sat on the left side, with her back to the warm parapet wall and her shapely legs stretched out before her. She signaled me to sit to the right with a smile. I took a seat a couple of feet away from her, and sat with my back also resting against the wall. “How are you feeling, Ali?” Aunt Sheen asked me as she poured me a mug of coffee. "Sorry sweetie" her father said erotic sensual and petite shook his head. Now, sit back and don't move a goddamn inch." “Your wives are beautiful.” I never gave it any thought when I was younger. “Aunty, sexy then I have to fuck you in the ass” Vijay pushed her up and Sujata rested her elbows on sofa back rest and offered her ass. He was about to speak beautiful when the female gasp. Our tongues entwined, our hands grasped for the soft fleshy parts of tattoo the others and all our thoughts of rational reasoning were left behind. He grins really big. Becky moaned. The only thing missing was super glue. I don’t think it was too tight, I think she was too tight after sneaking some of dad’s rum.” As she was talking she started collecting garbage.