I rubbed his crotch over his jeans and could feel he was starting to get hard. He shuffled nervously so I decided to step back. The elevator stopped a...d the doors opened. We stepped out and he led me out.He said his room was at the end of the corridor. As we walked towards it I asked him where he was from. He said he was from Derby and was here for work. I told him I lived in London when he asked. I realised at this point I didn’t know his name, but I didn’t really want to know it. If he were. She holds it firmly. She can not let go. He is in her. “FURTHER HONEY…DEEPER BABY,” she says. Each time he goes in her, shoves it down into her pussy, she always swallows hard and then cries out, loudly, wanting him more then she can handle, but either way she loves it and takes it and he always, always delivers. Then it becomes a little vulgar out of nowhere. “FUCK ME HARD HONEY…HARD!” she screams. By this time, her arms and hands are stretching out. By this point, her legs are spread apart. Or sometimes we would just talk, and I'd tell him what I want. A guy ought to learn how to please you the way you want." She looked down at my suckling mouth and said, "He gets pleasure from pleasing me."I tenderly sucked and licked, moving to another nipple.Still watching, Ronnie leaned back against the foot of the nearby sofa. She drew her long, tanned legs up and folded them with her knees near her chest and. She fished for her cigarettes at her side and lit up. Then she watched silently. ” I gave my clarification.“Oh that’s a good thing that you had it all done son, but you are deserving of a punishment son.” She said.“What punishment aunty?” I started shivering again.“Strip yourself son!” She said.“What?” I was totally stunned by what I heard.“I said strip off son, no more questions.” She raised her eyebrows while saying this that gave her sense of seriousness. I quickly stripped to my underwear and stood there for a second. Aunty was not bating an eye to what was going on,.