I am a regular reader of ISS and I enjoy all the experiences that the authors have had. I would like to relate to you my personal sexual experience wi...h my lovely Valsa aunty. Valsa aunty is my neighbor. She must be around 45 years old but her boobs were large and sexy. She had a round sexy ass too and a very sexy figure. Her husband is a lawyer and often stays out of the house. She has no children. I had some sympathy for her at first. This sympathy turned into sexual desire. For many days I. As I walked across step-by-step, I had the satisfaction of knowing exactly what I was going to do and say. I’d thought about it long enough on the nearly six-hour flight over here, giving me plenty of time to think through my options and come to a decision.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Hello, Chris. Fancy seeing you here,” my hand placed firmly on his shoulder in a gesture that would have done a long-service cop proud.His head jolted to the right at a speed that I thought might. The moment he entered the bar I knew. His eyes roamed the room and found me, then took a slow route up my legs, hips, brests and face. I met his gaze across the room and smiled a telling smile, then turned to sip my drink. He was alone as my husband had been the night I met him. Dressed in a red t-shirt with indecipherable writing on it and black jeans. I didnt notice his shoes, its a fallacy that girls judge a man on his footwear, but I could hear the sound of steel capped heels as he came. "Yes, Daddy." I stay with my head bowed, kneeling on the floor, like the lesser person that I was, all the while my insides were churning with so much pleasure and arousal, I was about to burst. You look down at me, as if you were shocked to see me still sitting there. "What the FUCK do you think you are doing, WHORE?!?" I wince, knowing that I am now in trouble. I bow my body lower to the ground, a slave now bowing to the pharaoh. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I say, as meekly and as pretend fearfully.