He did not knock just popped the key card and opened the door. There was a sweet smell of women mixed with soft instrumental music floating in the air... The lights were dim, to the left of the room was a huge round bed and to the right was a Jacuzzi with four happy women in it. They were laughing and drinking Champaign. The one blond noticed Jack she whispered something to her friends they stopped giggling they glanced over at Jack. Jack could sense they were now nervous and exited not believing. Nor was it sufficient to have my tongue stuck in her mouth. I needed to possess my Aunt Janet. To meld with her body and spirit.“Come if you need to,” my aunt squealed up into my face. Her tummy was creased with the little spare flesh that she carried at her middle, boobs swinging and rippling when I kept up the furious beat of my cock into her body. Both her feet were up off the bed, toes pointed, her weight on her elbows and forearms. Aunt Janet must have recognised the signs of my impending. Absolutely not Brad, I'm not much of a dancer anyway. Please, go right ahead."Actually Brad hadn't even heard the band playing until Vivian had suggested they dance. He took her by her elbow and led her to the dance floor. He reached out and took her right hand into his; put an arm around her back, and keeping a decent distance between the two of them he led her around the dance floor. "I have to tell you Vivian you look absolutely spectacular in that dress." Well thank you. You look to be. "I left it right there," he told me, "It should still be...Those bloody girls." I can't go home like this, can I?" I asked, "or even back to the car." Wait here," he called, seemingly forgetting he had not unlocked my handcuffs yet.He raced off, God knows where. He had not been gone too long, when a young couple came along, the girl in a short skirt and sun top."Well, this is a nice surprise," the girl said.I recognised the voice as being the female who had taken my dress off earlier."I thought.