Then she turned to me. “Was that to your liking” she asked. “Yes Mistress, that was so amazing” I said. “Well I think you should strip for m.... Let me see why you can’t fuck her to her satisfaction”. I blinked. This was not in the plan. “Strip and do it NOW” she yelled. She picked up the flogger and I did what I was told. “Yes I can see why she is not entirely satisfied with that cock. This is why she liked mine. Come over here” she said. She grabbed my cock. “Oh not too bad I suppose but not as. And if she’s a good girl, maybe we can work out something for this week’s rent.’ ‘I’ll talk to her and see.’ Aunt Harriet murmured noncommittally as she led him over to the door. After she had seen him out, with a parting promise to be gone from the flat by six thirty and not to return before nine, she walked over to Annie’s bedroom door and tried the handle. The door was locked. Aunty Harriet knocked gently on the door. ‘Come on sweetie, I’m sorry that I yelled at you.’ Silence greeted her. . Good, then as she returns savagely to it, send sparkling sensations, then without warming she firmly twist her middle finger into his ass. Wh-what the fuck, not knowing how to react, jump or enjoy, the new feeling. He enjoys it. Damn girl, you crazy. Ahh, shit, you making me crazy, feels to good. Slurping on his nuts then she glides her teeth along the thick underside of his dick. Reaching his head with a thrilling twist. He begins to pulsate as she relished in the flavor of his pre-cum. Mmmm.. She wanted this, but Brent was married. She wanted a man like him; a man who could be sensitive to her needs but also passionate about things in life. A man that would put her first, listening when she had something to say, who could give advice and be a friend.Brent was all these things, but he was married.He could fuck her to the moon and back and lose control and then be gentle again. He was a bit older than what she regarded as the ideal age for a partner. But, he was married.Brent relished.