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Later that evening, I came home from a night out with my friends to find Roli asleep on the couch. It was few minutes past nine and I was sure the girls too had slept off. On the dining table not far away was a foreign novel with steamy picture of a young woman, scantily dressed, with her hands bound behind her back.

"She was made her boss's slave," read the back cover, "little did she know, it would be true love."

I picked up the book without waking Roli and took it with me.

The next morning, Roli was quiet at breakfast. She must have noticed that the book was missing.

"Roli," I said as she cleared the breakfast dishes, "I want to talk to you after you drop the girls off at school. Please come to my office."

She murmured something that sounded like an "okay." Her eyes looked anxious.

I went to my office and put the salacious paperback on my desk, then sat back in my chair as I waited for Roli to return. I had skimmed it the
night before, reading most of the sex scenes.

I had to admit, it was surprising to me that a girl as wholesome looking as Roli would enjoy reading about some of the sexual practices described in the book.

It was the story of a secretary who was spanked, dominated, and used by her boss. He handcuffed her, whipped her, shoved his dick down her throat and called her all kinds of lusty names. He would cum in her honey pot, mouth and on her face. She loved him and called him "Master."

It was hot, steamy stuff, I thought. But I had to admit that I was turned on by at least some of it, and I knew that having the book in my possession might give me the currency I needed to get the ball rolling when there was the need, so to speak.

There was still a couple of days go before my wife would come back, and I aimed to have some fun with her niece, right or wrong. I had no doubt that the seductive Roli would not say no to my overture.

I heard the door close. Roli was back. Timid footsteps creaked along the passage-way to my office, then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

She entered. Her face turned pale when she saw the book she had been reading on the desk in front of me.

"What kind of lady," I began, "would read something like this around children?"

"They were in bed," she stuttered. "I did not read it when they were awake."

"Is that right?" I asked, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman's breasts heaving in consternation, "or did you want me to find it?"

Her face wore a worried look. "No of course not, Uncle!"

"You've been dressing very provocatively lately, haven't you Roli?"

"Not on purpose, Uncle."

"I am not so sure about that, my dear."

She was quiet. Her gaze was still on the floor.

"Look at me Roli," I said.

She obeyed. There was a kind of solemnity in her eyes.

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