You should be obedient and start doing what your auntie told you...

You look around and sigh sadly.

"OK... I wouldn't want to anger auntie Martha... I guess I'll have to take up chores..." - you think.

Reluctantly, you get to work...

Over the next few hours, you diligently try to clear away the clutter in the rooms.

Shards of broken plates on the floor...

Countless dirty, unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink...

All sorts of garbage filling the trash can to the brim...

You cleaned up all this mess...

Then – the washing machine.

A huge pile of laundry had accumulated...

After that, you had to vacuum the carpets in three rooms on the second floor and two rooms on the ground floor.

You also carefully dusted the furniture, mindful of your auntie's fastidiousness and meticulousness. Finally, you fed that cheeky cat and cleaned out his litter box.

Instead of gratitude, Duke only hissed at you and scratched your wrists a couple of times...

In the end, you spent a long time on tedious homework – probably more than three hours.

Meanwhile, Auntie Martha still hadn't returned (you would have definitely heard the sound of the front door opening).

You were about to go to your room to play something cool on your Sony PlayStation-2 – but suddenly, strange sounds coming from the second floor caught your attention.

You listen...

Your auntie's voice?

And someone else's voice?

"That can't be... I'm sure she didn't come back! Otherwise, I would have noticed!" you think anxiously, slowly climbing the stairs to the second floor.

Every creak of the wooden stairs makes you feel an inexplicable dread growing. Suddenly, the radio turns on in the kitchen...

The lyrics of the music track reach your ears:

"♬ I'm just a girl ♫

♬ I'm just a girl in the world ♫

♬ That's all that you'll let me be ♫"

You shudder with a growing sense of anxiety, unsure what's happening: "What the hell?! The radio turned on by itself?! Could a fat cat really do this?!"

Step by step, you continue upstairs...

Then a turn to the right...

A hallway...

The sounds of voices come from your auntie's room.

And the door to this room is ajar.

A light can be seen through the crack.

And it's strange – you clearly remember vacuuming the cover in this room and turning off the light after leaving.

A slight tremor runs through your body.

But at the same time, a tempting curiosity compels you to take new steps forward...

Finally, your trembling fingers grasp the door handle and you open it wider.

Your gaze is met with a sight inexplicable in its fantastical absurdity...

You see a handsome black man with glasses (he looks to be about 45 years old). He is dressed in black pants and a black shirt. And he is sitting on the couch.

Realization flashes through your mind like lightning: this man is Sean Michaels!

A famous porn actor.

You've seen porn videos of him online many times.

Many...many... times...

"Hey, kid..." - he says with a smile, as if your appearance was completely expected.

Open-mouthed in surprise, unable to utter a single word, you notice the second aspect of the absurd chaos in this room...

That aspect: your auntie Martha.

She... is completely naked!

She's crawling on all fours toward Sean Michaels, who's sitting on the couch.

She licks her plump, bright red lipstick-covered lips lewdly, whispering in a seductively lustful voice: "Finally... Give me that huge black cock! Please! I want to feel that hot black meat in each of my three slutty holes!"

Her gray eyes are fixed on the handsome black man sitting on the couch, who looks down at her condescendingly, as if she were some kind of pet... a submissive bitch...

"What's going on here?!" " - you scream, watching the scene unfold.

At that moment, your auntie has already crawled up to the man's knees, gently lowered his black pants with her fingers, and began caressing his long, thick, veiny black cock with her soft, pinkish tongue.

The saliva and precum quickly began to affect her makeup, transforming the look of her beautiful face into something kinky and dirty…

While your auntie, naked and kneeling, enthusiastically sucks the head of his big black cock, Sean Michaels strokes her head.

Glancing briefly at you, he says: "Your auntie told me a lot about you, Billy... I know a lot about you... You're a virgin, and you really love to watch... Ha... Ha... I think that's called voyeurism? Although, I could be wrong... You're such a dirty faggot, prone to all sorts of perversions! Ha! Ha!"

You'd like to run away that very second—but now you're frozen, unable to even move.

As if some mystical **** compels you to watch every tiny detail of what's happening...

Martha passionately kisses the head of the huge black cock, and then she tries to bury as much of this black "meat" as possible into her mouth.

It seems her goal is to give a deepthroat blowjob...

Despite the tears streaming from her beautiful, large gray eyes...

Despite the ruined makeup that makes her look like a cheap prostitute fucked in the mouth by a dozen clients...

Despite the **** humiliation of her situation...

Despite all this, she continues to push the head of the big black cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

Her saliva and precum mix into a sticky mass and run down her face, dripping onto the floor.

"Perhaps you'd like to join in the fun, Billy? By the way, the clothes you're wearing right now hint at exactly that desire..." - Sean Michaels asks you ironically, grinning.

"What?!" - you exclaim in fear, examining your body.

Oh...

You see with horror that the casual clothes you were wearing (a blue T-shirt with a SpongeBob print and gray briefs) have somehow inexplicably disappeared!

And now you're wearing maid's clothes that look like they were bought in a sex shop.

A maid's apron...

Women's black high heel shoes...

Black stockings on your legs...

A miniskirt, revealing that your tiny penis is wearing a miniature metal flat chastity cage!

Terror grips you, and tears begin to flow from your eyes...

"Oh... Don't cry, little gurl! Better crawl closer and join your auntie! I have a big, delicious lollipop for both of you! Ha! Ha!" - black male says.

Something powerful and irresistible compels you to get down on all fours and obediently obey this black male's command.

You, like a pathetic bitch, crawl ever closer...

The musky scent of the heated black flesh of this enormous cock is "intoxicating" and for some reason makes you open your mouth...

Your auntie Martha's face is very close...

With lustful zeal, she continues to impale her mouth and throat on the shaft of the long, thick black cock.

A spray of saliva and pre-cum...

Some of these droplets fall directly onto your face, and some land directly on your tongue...

A pleasant sensation of wetness...

Wetness...

Suddenly there's more wetness!

Your vision blurs!

You only hear a voice coming from somewhere above: "Billy! Billy!"

After ten seconds, the dark "fog" before your vision clears, and you come to your senses...

"Billy, wake up! You're going to be late for your college lecture!" - it's your roommate Peter's voice.

You look around, dismayed.

Now you're lying on your bed in your student dorm room.

The blanket and sheets are soaked with your sweat. A feeling of wetness on your face...

"For some reason you couldn't wake up on time this time, Billy... You simply ignored the alarm... So I had to sprinkle a little water from a glass on your face..." - your roommate says.

"Yes... Yes... Lectures... I remember... Thanks, Peter..." - you mumble.

Well, it seems you had a very strange dream...

Completely absurd...

Cat Duke...

He died four years ago...

You try to abstract yourself from what happened in the dream.

Now you get out of bed and get down to business.

You need to quickly get ready and go to college.

As you go through your usual morning hygiene routine, you sigh wearily, feeling the constricting "grip" of a metal flat chastity cage on your tiny penis.

So, today is Thursday, and tomorrow is Friday.

You won't have long to wait for the weekend...