The next few weeks it was like dry I was only thinking about my aunty’s pussy and boobs and masturbating and I had exams and got busy with exams the... came my summer holidays and I asked my mother I will go to aunts place for holidays and she agreed and I left to the bus stop and left for my aunts village once I reached village I went to my aunt’s house and she was not around and I asked her mother she said she has gone out to her friend’s house I was sad I could not see her then I said I will. I couldn't see how I would ever get over her. It was ironic; she had made the tape to say things she couldn't say, to make it easier on me. She had actually made it harder. I knew now that she had really loved me as much as I had loved her. Over the last few years, I had gradually distanced myself from her. I loved her, but I figured she would never love me the same. Years ago I had faced the decision of whether I wanted to continue in the marriage with her. I had decided it was completely. It’s how I felt with my Maggie all those years before she passed. She was a lady in the street and a submissive little whore behind closed doors. A spectacular sub makes a wonderful wife, take it from someone who knows, son,” Bert said. “You won’t be sorry.”Devon smiled, “Thanks for understanding.”He ended the call and smiled at Susan.“Sir?” she asked, perplexed. “What did you mean by not being ready to be done with me? Do I need more training?”God, she was beautiful! Damned, if Bert wasn’t. ‘Fuck you.’ Pieter whirled at the soft voice that floated over his shoulder. Jacob stood outside the shower, his dark eyes alive with anger and Pieter’s heart leaped in his chest, his cock hardening at the beautiful sight. ‘What?’ ‘I said, fuck you!’ Jacob stepped into the shower, ignoring the water that soaked his clothes and pushed Pieter back, pinning him with his body while his mouth sought the hot depths of his mouth, then moved to his ear, breath heated. ‘You’re a fucking liar.’ ‘What are.