”David was out of control, he had seen this sort of thing on porn sites but the reality was so much more exciting. He pinched her nipple hard, twis...ing it as he bit down hard again on the other one.“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” She screamed as another orgasm tore through her. “Oh my god yes…yes, yes, yes.”As her orgasm eased she leaned back, her hands going to the waistband of his trousers. “I have to have it,” she said as she tore at his belt, undoing his trousers then trying to pull them. Honestly, the list was prettyshort. It wasn't that I didn't have plenty of friends who were jerks. Ijust didn't have any friends who knew a cute girl well enough to enlisther in their jerkitude.I took ten seconds to run my fingers through my sleep-crazy hair andgave my breath the back of the hand test (eh) before heading downstairs.I was still half convinced that my aunt was hallucinating, or hadmisunderstood some kid come to sell cookies. But as I came down the lastcouple of steps, I looked. . eyes that would accept nothing less than his total humiliation, and would show their spiteful pleasure in it.Hortense grinned with smug pleasure as his anus dilated, showing his need for that humiliation ... and sighed with pleasure as she pressed the unyielding dome home, taking exquisite pleasure in having him know that the dilation of his anus was far from sufficient ... his discomfort as his pucker was stretched to near splitting point, lustily enjoyed by his audience as the bell was. Finally our trip to meet Jennifer’s families – and mine of course, was underway. We’d arranged for Faye, our ‘cabin sitter’, to look after things and once she was settled in we headed out to Jennifer’s home town. Martin met us at the airport and as promised, acted as our chauffeur. Before dropping us off at the hotel he told us he’d pick us up the next morning. The hotel Martin had booked us into was very nice and our suite had a nice view of the river. Once in the suite I sensed that Jennifer.