”“Call me Aunty again. Call me Aunty Megan.”“Oh, Aunty Megan, I love it when you suck my cock.”This triggered some fantasy in Megan as she r...ally went to town. She was bobbing her head fast up and down the length of my cock. She was making slurping noises and we were both moaning.She released my cock but kept the motion going with her hand.“Tell your dirty slut, Aunty Megan, when you're going to cum for me.”She went straight back to sucking me hard and fast.I could tell she was getting off on. Taking her by the neck and crotch, he lifted her up above his head and held her like this, like a victory prize. Cameras flashed as he looked up at her bruised and beaten body, barely even bothering to struggle any longer. This was it. He lowered her to the mat and flung her halfway over the middle rope, belly-first, so that her arms were dangling down over the side and her bottom half was still hanging in the ring. Stripping off his Speedo, he unveiled a massive penis and stroked it, thick. Timmy Sung met me in the lobby exactly at one and we proceeded up to the eleventh floor. There were only four units on each floor, two on each side of the elevator and stairwell. That meant only one adjoining wall for each unit. He opened the front door and led me inside. The unit was empty with no furniture. It didn’t look like anyone had been here for some time. ‘How many square feet, Timmy?’ ‘Uhm … ten-forty.’ ‘It’s large enough,’ I said idly as I walked through the various rooms. Two. ” She raised her eyes, furiously blinking back shameful tears. “How would he react to you losing your job here?”“Oh no, Sir, please, I can't-!”A single raised finger halted her protests. “You don't want me to tell him what you're like at work, then, do you, Slut?”The emphasis he put on her new title made her scrunch up her eyes, squeeze her thighs, and whine to herself.“No, Sir.”“I shouldn't tell him about the transparent blouses and braless summer days?” Her eyes dropped to the floor once.