M.. On my way back to the hotel room, I pulled out my phone and checked out the security camera’s ay my house.I look at the bedroom camera first.......othing. Feeling a little disappointed, I started checking out the other camera’s. Bingo!....the kitchen camera. (I was hoping it would not be this camera as the sound does not work)Jake was sitting in my chair at the kitchen table. He had on a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Gracie was wearing the same outfit from earlier. They must have finished. How lame was that!I’d hoped that Eric and Ginger would be there, but they weren’t. There were two single ladies that I danced with quite often, so at least I had dance partners. It helped my loneliness being around friends, but I knew that afterward I was going home to that lonely house, and that took away about ninety percent of the fun.After I climbed into my bed, I did what I figured any sane human in my condition might do; I started counting the plaster splatters on the ceiling. There were. He could see his Mistress holding her cock in front of his mouth and he finally, fully, realized just then that she was right. He did have a need to be dominated by her. He had a need to be her bitch. He had a need for her to use him. He needed to serve her. He felt it, even if he was scared to admit it: had a need to suck his Mistress’ cock. Bad.“Please, Mistress Jamie,” the words began to pour out of his mouth, “please let me suck your cock, Mistress. Please. I need to be dominated by you. ...............oooohhhh.........Oh God...............” and pressed my cock fully in her ass hole and started to ejaculate my cum in her virgin asshole. I pumped all my sperms in her hole, aunty dropped on the bed and I fell on top of her with my cock inside her asshole. We were lying in that position for a few minutes to catch our breath back and I slid on the bed from her body. Radha Aunty held my face in her hands and kissed me passionately and said “Oh my God, you are such a wonderful lover.