I squirmed a little in my seat, my bruised arse singing out a happy song of cherished pain. Fine lines do not exist for those who choose to see in b...ack and white; Sally dealt in rainbows, so I determined not to abandon ship. Looking her straight in the eye I watched her pupils dilate as I said, “Why don’t you let me show you? If you don’t like it I’ll stop.” I had deliberately played to her weakness, she could never say no to a good challenge. She’d lost our last challenge when she. He brought his wife wearing a saree. My thing was jumping inside and in the same time my heart was throbbing with tension. She was around 30 to 35, fair, 34-30-36, and was very beautiful. I still have her face inside my mind locked. She seemed somewhat reluctant to show her face and she was little scared too see me. We three went to a room. He switched off the light and told me to take a bath after cleaning myself up, I came outside, at that time I saw he was pressing her boobs and I got. It was very comical to watch. I was able to sneak a couple of drinks for myself. At one point I had decided to go up to my family's room to get something. I almost stayed there, but I am glad I did not. As I got to the elevator, the doors opened and my Aunt Mona came bouncing out. "Hey Jack, I am so glad you are here, I need you to help me with something, follow me" She said as she took my hand and lead me to her room. Once inside Mona asked me to unzip her dress which I did. She dropped it on. At this point I could get a little more than half of his cock in my mouth. My jaw hurt from opening so wide, and I was humiliated by his forcefulness, but I didn't hate the taste. I explored the texture of his manhood with my tongue, almost finding enjoyment in the silky softness of the skin over his rigid pole. He pushed deeper into me and I felt his tip nudging at my throat. I suppressed the urge to gag, having taught a few girls along the way about the trick of squeezing your thumb to.