Sometimes even I was feeling bad and thinking if she complains to her husband, it will spoil my reputation.This went on for some weeks and day by day ... started liking Namitha aunty a lot. I was getting mad and restless by thinking of her. So I thought of expressing my feelings and giving it a try. The ground was now open and now it was up to me to capitalize the chance. So I was waiting for the right opportunity.Then one day evening after coming back from my office, I had been to Namitha. Her head is still swimming and now that she is in a darkened area , she is able to relax. Her fingers ran through her wild hair and her hips swayed slowly. She let her head fall to one side as she moved, bending her knees and twirling herself a few times, her dress floating around her legs. Her eyes open gently and she found me, leaning up against the wall, watching her every move with heated eyes. She feels nervous under my gaze, but didn't cease her movements, and instead turned her back on. Eliza knew her sister and she knew something had happened last night. She heard the door close and the sound of her sister’s crying. Yet, this morning, she was smiling at Mr. Ewart and calling him ‘Jimmy.’ Whatever happened had changed their relationship and it must have been in a very personal matter, calling him ‘Jimmy,’ now in front of her. Her sister had let him do something to her that she probably shouldn’t. Santa went up the chimney, did he? And, instead of morning coffee, she made him. I screamed again as the already unbearable size of him increased and throbbed within me and the hot spurt of cum was delivered straight through the gates of my womb. It was as if he was pissing inside me, I could feel the consistent spurt of hot cum spray against my insides; filling me with warmth as it pushed out around his cock with each angry thrust of release.As he withdrew from me I felt my cunt gaping at the absence of his monster cock, my ankles and wrists were red raw from the ropes.