"You are staying for diner right?" and before i could answer my aunt responded "Sure he is, i'm going to prepare something special just for him". ...will you help me cook Jim?" "I think you and my nephew can handle it, that is, if he wants to help" "Sure i can't remember the last time i cooked"i said and with that we left my uncle in the living room as we went for the kitchen. My aunt went to change in a cooking outfit and i was a bit disapointed to hear that until she came back. Do you understand?” I asked him a little more firmly, but not enough to scare him.“Yes, Tanya. I understand. I promise. I’ll be totally honest.” Excellent, I pretty much had him just where I wanted him.“Good boy, Martin,” I said with a more comforting tone. “So, when you thought about what I might look like in this, what did you do?” He continued to look down nervously. “Look at me, Martin,” I said firmly. As he raised his eyes to mine, he looked like a little lost puppy. “So ... did you play. She was so tight around him, her muscles beginning to pulse on his cock as it sunk to her core. He kissed her deeply as he moved inside her, losing himself in sensation and pleasure. ”Oh, darling,” she gasped, “I’m coming.” She let out a small groan and it was all he could take. He released his own orgasm and it flooded inside of her. She clung to him as wave after wave of his semen engulfed her. She bit into his shoulder as he stopped his thrusting. “God, you are amazing!” he breathed. For a time - it seemed like hours - Bart said nothing and continued to bathe me. Only after he had finished bathing me properly soaping, rinsing and drying my pussy and arse, probing his fingers into the holes and making sure I was properly cleaned and suitably frustrated, did he speak.“The Master knew that you would ask for this soon.” Said Bart in a matter-of-fact voice.“How?” I asked in amazement.“Sir Imer is very insightful.” Said Bart, in the same tone. “He knew that you would start to be.