I kept on saying thatVijaya: when did u smell me? To be so confident? Don’t speak without knowingMe: Okay, raise your hand aunty.(before she reacted... I raised her hand and smelled and my eyes automatically got closed and my hand went to stroke my dick. I could see even she was enjoying )Vijaya: what are you doing? ShoutedThat shout brought me back to reality else I would have licked her juicy armpitMe: sorry aunty, your smell was so good. I got carried awayVijaya: that’s ok, don’t smell me. This time she didn't tell me she was coming, she didn't need to because her reactions made it only too clear. Her movements became more intense and more erratic as she got closer to orgasm, her hips bucking and her fingertips gripping onto my hands almost painfully. The moans had now given way to gasps and groans, guttural sounds from the back of her throat that got louder and more insistent as her climax got closer. Then, just as her climax became inevitable, she let go of my hands and twisted. He noticed she too now had that wicked glint in her eyes. “So, sailor wanta get hitched?” she asked with the worst bawdy street accent Jake had ever heard.“If you promise to never use that appalling accent again, I would love to marry you tonight.” Jake informed her.Catherine laughed. “I was going for one of those ladies of ill repute. Very well. I promise. Now how should we do this, and where?”Tomas said, “The guest dining room is large enough to accommodate the entire crew and our guests. You. My ass had to be high in the air but the camera was zoomed in on the bowl. I almost puked but I finished it all. She was very pleased an allowed me to masturbate for her. It was exqusitley humiliating. Spreading my legs and using my fingers to make myself cum. With only the dead black lens of the camera looking at me. Then came the day I checked my email and saw Miss Alicia’s message. The subject was “Dear Diary.” The message simply said; “Check car my darling.” My car? I was.