Aunty Tania began crying and said “It was a mistake we should have used condoms; I don't know what to do! let's just hope the baby doesn't look too ...uch like you’Me: “Relax, don't stress over it, let things play out, if need be ill father all your c***dren that way no one will be able to tell it’s not his”I consoled her and we finally arrived at her house, she asked me to help her inside, as I was about to leave she asked me if I could take her bags upstairs. She followed behind I dropped her. . I don't know if I can do this," she stammered. I grabbed her one hand and placed it on my cock and told her to get on with it. She started to slowly slide her hand up and down my cock. Getting impatient, I grabbed her hair and shoved her face into my lap. She is shocked by my roughness and just opened her mouth and covered the head of my cock with it. With my hand still in her hair I got her head bobbing up and down. " That's more like it. Now make it good - or else....!!" I took my hand out. Sara's glad she's been there before as great girl guest of honour for long love warm weekends for them two.Sara's life's quickly become like his, as she loves to serve him as live-in maid, maiden, cleaner, cook & love.Sara knows his iron rules of behaviour for early mornings: Silent service, all in proper order. Tea first. Big mug.Sara knows how he wants immediately after: coffee with whipped milk & cream, served with something sweet.Sara knows she can & will empty his balls three or four times. ‘That’s it, isn’t it, Fran? You’ve put it all in terms of love and marriage but that’s not what you’ve really been thinking about for the last week, is it?’ By now poor Fran was blushing so deeply that her face was almost the same colour as her hair. She had been brought up in a tiny Scottish village where everyone went to church and talking frankly about sex was simply not the done thing. She looked down at her shoes so that her hair fell across her face. From behind this protective screen a.