I did not meet him at the door. I did not give him a 'welcome home' kiss so he could feel the stud in my tongue. I did not ask him how his day went.I ...as at the dining room table, I was fully dressed in a conservative outfit, and the brochure from the institute was spread before me.Michael sat down at the table and sighed. "I knew you'd find out about this, eventually," he said. "You're too smart to not figure it out."The Institute was a dating service. The perfect kind. They guaranteed to find. I had to swallow it day after day, fearing what my wife would do to me, too weak to stop my daughter and wife from trampling over my dignity.No longer.“That’s all you are,” I said, staring down at Garnet’s perky, round tits on display in her low-cut top. “Just a whore.”My thoughts prickled. Burned.“And there’s only one thing a whore’s mouth is good for,” I growled. “Sucking cock.”The pain burned. Darkness fuzzed the edges of my thoughts. Little lights burst across my vision. I didn’t care. I. Would she come in and fuck me? Would she just suck me off again? Would she stay away embarrassed?I started to get more and more nervous as the time rolled on. Finally the blow dryer shut off. I would know in a few minutes. Again I closed my eyes mostly and positioned myself on my side facing the door. About a minute later the door opened and there stood my aunt. She had her towel wrapped around her as always. She stood there just looking around. I thought she might be having second thoughts.. It was so exciting to hold in my hand. Well, I had decided to let Martin have what he wanted so I lowered my head down and took his cock in my mouth and began doing what I've done to boys and men since I was sixteen. "Ah, Kelly, I knew you'd be wonderful, yes, just wonderful." Being bent over, it was easy for him to slide his hand around under my butt and began rubbing me along the inseam of my jeans. He reached over and pulled my hair out from in front of my face so he could watch me suck his.