The next morning we woke up. I carried her to the toilet and made her sit on my thighs . We shitted together while making love.We faced each other whi...e shitting, with her shit falling into the gap between my thighs. It was a thrilling experience and aunty was laughing wildly. I massaged her armpits and sucked her earlobes while she sucked my ear lobes. After we finished shitting, i cleaned myself and her.Then she sucked my penis. I allowed her to suck it and she enjoyed. I stopped her and put. Or, was that to point out that the word "lady" had adifferent meaning entirely. Either way, they were right and I wanted tobe their Lady for sure no matter what that meant.After the bantering of power control and who gets what and who goeswhere, we were walking back to the club they just left. A note about thebantering. I love it. The words used to entice, the compliments, and theleering looks which left nothing to guess what they wanted, made me feelso wanted and that, in turn wants me to give. One time I was not so quick to look away and he caught me staring at the large bulge in his pants. He then leaned towards me and asked how my meal was, my face must have been a couple shades of red but I managed to look him in the eye and wink and say it was just fine. A little later that evening my father got up and went to the bathroom and the assistant manager was soon sitting across from me doing his best to keep my interest, which was not hard as I was very interested. He said his name was. I was already working in an entry-level position for a local design engineering firm and was taking some graduate classes towards a master’s degree. She finally emerged in a knee-length royal blue dress with white flats. Tara had long blonde hair and a lean, long body, with a flat butt and small breasts, and legs that would put anyone to shame and went on for days. They were the kind that made guys turn their heads as she walked by. I’ve seen guys run into things or get hit by their girlfriends.