Aunty : aaj yahi nahake gharpe chale jaana. Main : nahi aunty mere kapade gharpehi hai. Aunty : chalega main leke aati hoon.Main : nahi aunty main gha... hee jaata hoon.Aunty : thik hai lekin naha ke naashta karane yahi aajana. Maine tumhare liye khir banai hai.”Main : ok aunty!Aur main wahase bahar nikala aur apni nighty pahankar ghar chala gaya. Jaate jaate aunty mann hi mann muskara rahi thi. Ghar pahuchate hee me direct baathroom chala gaya. Aur pahale aunty ko mann me sochate hue muth marane. I had no idea what my husband had planned for me but the excitement of not knowing had me more aroused than ever before. The three of us were in the living room as my husband went over toward me and bent me over top of the couch. He gently pulled up my tee-shirt exposing my thong pair of panties I had on. They barely covered my butt as he quickly yanked them from my body. I felt an enormous rush shoot right through me as my husband said to Josh, “Why don’t you spank her!” My husband knows what. Indeed, we were later sent an edited copy and told it would only be released with our written permission. They didn’t like any legal publicity, of course.When she returned to me I gave her a sincere kiss. The bulge in my crotch was evident to the interviewers. We were accepted after a short conference. We reviewed and signed the contract and releases. An appointment was made the next week for her orientation, which I was also to attend, and with their contract physician. This was a professional. Wool and metals, and strangely enough cooking vessels, were a major export from this port, along with slaves. My sources told me they imported a lot of grain and wine from the Amarian coast, fish and expensive handcrafted goods from Convey. Indeed, Juniper Hills had recently been added as a supplier of fish too. As with Port City in Convey, Derwen was sensing Conquest Point was becoming too regulated, and she feared it might suffer an economic decline in the future. With the rising trade hubs.