He’s teasing me. He probably expects me to go down on my knees begging for his cock, but I can tease too. ‘Fine,’ I shrug off the seductive pois... and shake his hands from my wrists. ‘Shall we get back to work then?’ I catch the glimpse of a furrow in his brow before I take my clothes back on and return to my easel and canvas. He reluctantly returns to his previous pose, but he stares at me in a different way from earlier. Whether I’m the first to play his game this way or not, I’m not quite. I could feel the vibrator hitting against her fist through the thin wall that separated my ass from my pussy. If it weren’t for the madam’s fist acting as a damn I was sure that the floor would have been soaked from my juices. The madam thrust her fist up into me, reaching as far as she could. Her leather clad wrist and fore arm brushing against my clit as it went up and down. Her fist was also pushing the vibe in my butt into different positions. I grabbed what I could of the chains sqeezed. Its me, Aunt Jennifer. Can I&hellip,can I come in? she said just as nervously. I gulped, took a deep breath, and replied, Uh, sure. The door opened and Aunt Jennifer stepped in, fully clothed and looking a bit flushed. She closed the door behind her and just stood there with her arms crossed and looking down. After hesitating for a few seconds she said, Look Mike, Im very, very sorry you had to see that, Im sure I know what youre thinking, that Im a perverted lesbian old woman and Im a. She could easily keep dinner warm in the oven until I got home.I waited behind another car parked right behind the BMW. I only had to wait about 10 minutes or so before the owner of the car approached. He pressed his remote door opener. The door clicked open, the owner climbed inside, and slowly drove out of the parking lot. I stood there watching the BMW with Stan Bomar at the wheel leaving the lot.After dinner that evening, I asked Karen to sit on my lap in the den. She giggled and happily.