I could hear his breathing which, hardly surprising, had become faster and deeper, especially after I turned over. His hands stayed on my tummy, Craig...was a gentleman, for sure, and I began to softly moan, "Mmm, mmm, nice." He would never put his hands on my breasts, I thought, as I took his hand and placed it there myself as I moaned once more, keeping my eyes closed. He left his hand there and, in a few seconds, began to knead my breast as his other hand started massaging the other one. Oh,. It was a good thing the bag was between us, otherwise my favorite aunt would've felt my dick pushing right into her stomach. Her skin felt so smooth as she kissed me, and she hugged me so close and gently, she was the perfect woman.We walked to her door side by side, with one arm around each other like a favorite aunt and nephew would do. I kept my bag close to my crotch though. The first night i had needed to jerk so badly. I couldn't look at my aunt without thinking about how her lips would. A few of our staff were also absent and there was no client since morning and our manager had also taken a sick leave. I and my friend Rohit went downstairs for a tea break. But our bad luck or good, the chaiwala had also left as he had not a good place to stand in rain, but the wine shop in our premises was at its glory.Rohit suggested for whiskey. I refused. We came back to our clinic. All three staff were at reception only. Rohit narrated that incident of my whiskey refusal. All three. It has to be tempting," I admitted."It's not you they want," he said sadly, as if regretting some missed opportunity or some failure. "It's just the position. Have these women wouldn't have given me the time of the day if I wasn't their teacher." They used you," I said, half in jest."And I used them right back," he sighed. "I guess we both got what we wanted. What we deserved." I suppose," I said carefully, not wanting to upset him. "But why do you ask?" If I don't upset you... if I don't.