"Fuck, look at those legs!" Saul gasped and his hand reached down and slid her skirt farther, revealing more of Corinne's curvaceous thighs.

"Patience, Saul," Julius said; "We've got all weekend. Let my aunt show you herself."

Saul grinned. "Sure, Julius."

"Julius, let me go! I'll scream the place down!" Corinne wailed, struggling helplessly against the bonds.

"Now don't be boring," Julius said. "If you scream again, we'll gag you until we're ready for you."

"You wouldn't do that, let me… aaahhh!" Corinne screeched as a set of rubber gag balls were thrust into her mouth. She gagged and heaved, but the rubber strap that held the balls in her mouth was already winding around her head. She stared up at her nephew, who was grinning down at her.

He came up and Corinne saw that there was a horrible bulge in the front of his pants. He slid his hand over the neckline of Corinne's good white blouse, his fingers playing with the buttons.

"You're a real streak of good luck," he said, pulling open the top button of Corinne's blouse. "Susie and Melissa may be the horniest bitches in Illinois, but I was thinking of calling some hookers to back them up. Then you turn up. Isn't that wonderful?"

His fingers opened another button and he could see the lacy top of Corinne's bra. She screamed helplessly into the gag.

"Fuck," he said, "with a face and figure like yours, you should be getting it every night. And you hide away like a fucking nun! Qh, well." He left the sides of Corinne's blouse open and walked away.

Corinne broke into tears at the shame of her bra showing between the open sides of her blouse. But, Donald kept a tight hold on the chain around her neck, and she was utterly helpless.