..There were private detectives, whisperedmeetings in dark alleys, crisp twenties and fifties being passedaround....and for a long time I thought it w...uld come to nothing. That is,until I entered a dusty old shop and found an old man who said he had what Iwanted."How do you know what I want?" I asked him."Trust me," he said.He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, so I decided to trust him."OK," I said, "How much do you want for it?"He named a figure so low I couldn't believe it."You must be joking!?" I. I knew he would want to fuck me in a private room but today I was in charge, I wanted to be made to beg, I wanted him to hurt me deep in my bowels with each thrust and today I would give him the fuck of his life and in turn he would give me mine. Within a minute he suggested a private room and I went off to pick up some more lube on the way there, once inside I locked the door and bent over to take his cock in my mouth. This was more a gesture than anything else as we both knew what he wanted,. I would take the phone and go up to the terrace with my earphones. The phone didn’t have a good resolution. The video also wouldn’t be clear but it was enough for me to get off the edge. Even when sleeping, as I said, she was a heavy sleeper I would keep one of my hands over her breast area as if I did it in my sleep.She wouldn’t even know. I used to move it around and press it a little. That was so satisfying. Sometimes I’d get carried away and press hard. She would wake up, and I’d pretend to. ” I licked my lips. “It’ll be our little secret.”I kissed her before she could speak. I captured those sweet lips. I couldn’t wait for Clint to report back to me on his Monday romp with this delectable girl. He would know I was cool aunt. His sexy, submissive aunt who would find him all the hotties for his pleasure.My pussy burned at that thought. I wiggled my hips, my hands unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed her hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned, eyes squeezed shut, her lips.