She was just about to start on the other bloke's cock when her husband banged on the roof and a rather pathetic cry came. "Can ... can you stop, I wan... to be sick?" Come on mate", the bloke who had just emptied his balls said. "I'll give you a hand". So sick was the husband that it didn't register that his wife was not taking an interest in him. It didn't occur to him that while he vomited his wife was on her knees, her bum in the air; her tits swinging back and forth as she was receiving such. .. I have to bring him here, so upon entering the room he will see my butt in front of him, bending over the bathtub. With one hand I managed to reach the closet and threw the towel on the floor. I was ready to call him “Peter, could you please come here to help me?”. I heard the footsteps and I noticed he is right behind me. It took him quite a few long seconds in silence before he asked - “Sure aunty, what do you need?”. I replied, “I forgot to place the towel on the closet to dry the little. As she laid there on top of him with his hard shaft still inside her, he softly kissed her neck. The sun would be coming up soon and he wanted to give her one last orgasm before he had to leave. She got off of him and got on her hands and knees. He took the invitation and got behind her, sliding his stiff cock into her eagerly waiting pussy. Wanting to give her the best and possibly most powerful orgasm she had ever had, he began to pound her tight wet pussy. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She. I almost leapt off her lap.It was some kind of paddle, padded leather at the feel and quite broaddelivering a stinging slap to most of my panty covered bottom. I regainedenough composure to remember my manners."Thank you Mistress...please may I have another."SMACK!"Thank you Mistress...please may I have another."She gave me twelve stokes, then thirteen, then fourteen. She continues onand at twenty five my bottom was a burning, stinging mess. I knew I wouldnot be sitting for a week and was.