Just as I was clearing my plate the intercom buzzed. The cook answered it and then informed me that Mrs Makeba – Aunty Sarah - would like to see me ...n her room. I was escorted upstairs by Molly, one of the maids, and led along several thickly carpeted corridors. We reached the room, the maid knocked, and we were bidden to enter.Aunty Sarah was sitting up in bed suckling her infant daughter."Ah, Peter, come in, come in." She said, with kindly authority. "You've caught little Elizabeth at her. Grace was there right in front of me in all her naked glory. She took the soap from me and got her hands all soapy and slippery. They moved over my breasts and I shivered. The light touch of her palms had my nipples puckered, and I could feel the slow, insistent heat start to pool between my legs. It really wasn't fair for me to be so responsive to just a light touch. If this continued, I would really have to throw my ideals of not cheating to the wayside, and have something more than these. You then pull away take the shaft in your hand and slap it on your tongue. You look up mischievously at him and say.. “Put it in me” Quickly his pants are fully off, and he is over top of you on the massage table and you are feeling the swollen cock enter you. You are so wet now there is little resistance as you feel the entire length of his shaft slide in and out of you, you moan with each thrust. It feels so good him sliding in and out of you. Him looking down and his dark eyes meeting yours.. They'd be ready for battle, but probably they'll be happier just handling the after action cleanup and paperwork instead.Speaking of cleanup, I decided to stagger upstairs one last time before the smart boys in the cute red dresses showed up to steal all of the glory, and handed Donald, who miraculously was still waiting in the car like a good boy, a few last minute souvenirs and a parting gift for the winning contestant, me.And the Stalker was hung from the chimney with care ... A Merry.