Brownlow stood the umbrella pole into the hole at the centre of the table and reaching inside it, he pushed up to open it. As he did so, Cynthia opene... the jar and emptied its contents in to gap between his collar and neck. CHAPTER THIRTY ONE Cynthia’s Story It was my first grown up function, the end of year Tennis Club Dinner Dance and Presentation Night, and I felt so sophisticated in my very first ball gown. It was blue chiffon and had absolutely yards of tulle under skirting that made it. We then heard someone approaching near us. So I started the vehicle and made a move from there. In my village, I know where to go at that time.While going, my aunt looked at me like a hungry slut. She put her hand over my dick and started pressing it so hard. I wanted to stop the vehicle and fuck the bitch right at that moment. And I did the same to her. I put my hand inside her saree. I undressed her saree at the bottom and put my hand over her panties.I slowly went toward my aunt’s cunt and I. “She was remarkably well behaved,” Jessica said when I came into the ‘Indian’ room.“I told you that she’s serious with Curtis and she’s not going to mess that up,” I said. “You do realize that there are women who can control themselves around me, right?” I grinned. “Unlike you two!”The girls looked at each other and suddenly I was being tackled and brought to the ground by two squealing women. I simply laughed and pulled them close to me and hugged them.“That was mean, Tiger!” Jessica said.“I. I went to move away and he told me not to move so I stopped and he told me that he wanted me to take my mums place while she was away and that he would pay me alot of money to keep this between us and he would get me what ever I wanted and all I had to do was stay dressed in my mums clothes and let him fuck me when ever he wanted and I was quite shocked at what he was saying but then thoughts of what I could get out of this started running through my mind and I was getting more and more into.