He didn’t inch his way in. He didn’t make sure she was ready for him. He rammed his erection into her body in one quick motion. Her grip tightened...and she let out a tiny sob. Normally he would have stopped. He would have forced her eyes to meet his, demanding her to tell him if she was okay, asking permission to continue. He didn’t. His fingers were strong as they held her hips still. He didn’t allow her to move as he began to thrust. There was no slow buildup. There was no easy rhythm. He. Now please, your Aunt is waiting you must come immediately."By now Hilarie was really annoyed. "Who do you think you're talking to, you silly cow, my names Hank and don't you forget it."The woman's face reddened with anger, it was plain she was very annoyed. "I'm Madame Hester, the housekeeper, now please come along."It was obvious that Hilarie was not going to get anywhere, so screaming several obscenities about his aunt he climbed out of bed. He was immediately aware that he was not in his. While the sentiment was very sweet, his misconceptions about what she enjoyed were also frustrating. She had tried to explain that it wasn't a form of abuse, but she got the impression that he didn't see the distinction. Still, they liked each other and they had a lot of other things in common, so they would at least remain friends.Samantha tore off the wrapping paper and pulled out the box's contents. When she saw what her present was, her jaw dropped. In her hands was an exquisite head. You love your wife. Which is why, you always get a bit of blackmail over every woman you sleep with. After all, a good working relationship is hard, and you can't have some little homewrecking slut ruining your marriage. Of course it rarely comes to that. A bit of charm, a bit of honesty and a even a hit of a threat and most women accept their non-exclusive place in your life. You really hope Stephanie is in the majority. After all, you 'love' her."I love you too, babe."You watch another orgasm.