“But Cory will be mad if we do not eat first,” he added, and reluctantly let Ayn go.The slave took his hand and guided him out of the room. No mat...er how strange that seemed, Xavier didn’t care. He followed, feeling suddenly at peace, being directed like that, in his own home, where no one ever dared doing that.Ayn let out a breath, once he was back in his room. He checked under the bed. The gun was secured, strapped to one of the massive legs. It had been a close call; Xavier was starting to. It all starts about an year ago on my birthday march 27th. I used to comehome late, generally about 2-3 am in the morning. Had a bunch of greatfriends and loved hanging out with them late and since we live in theheart of the city, things don't close down early. On my birthday lastyear, I came home at 4 in the morning. I was completely sloshed andknocked on the door. My aunt opened the door and she could immediatelymake it out that I was drunk. Her first reaction was that of disgustsince a 26. As I slid my hand between her smooth legs and cupped her sex on the outside of those silky panties for the first time I heard again that soft little sigh coning from her throat. I felt her pushing back into my hand as she moaned softly again. My lips never left her mouth or my hand from her breasts or pussy. Our tongues fought for control. I remember whispering, ‘Oh Jesus Mandy you are so beautiful and feel so good, so soft! I want to hold you in my arms and make love to you all night!’ Hearing. He was giving just what she needed. He tried to ignore his aching stretching manhood. Then she was in freefall, eyes closed and mouth open, the cry stuck in her throat. Her ample hips raised off the couch against his mouth and her thighs crushed against him. Then her cry of surrender escaped as the second wave convulsed her. Neither one heard the car stop behind the van."Now!" He released her hands, pulled himself up and mounted her. Lori's arms went around his neck and pulled him to her mouth..