I then put my other hand also and started to play with both boobs of aunty. Aunty was slowly but firmly sucking me and made blurping noise. She was se...reting generous amount of saliva and making my cock wet. After some time aunty lied down on the floor and invited me on top of her. I went near and removed her bra. Its only her saree and inskirt, now. Aunty generously spread her legs wide. I was on top of her pressing her pussy from outside and playing with her boobs. I clutched both her boobs. “I mean look at this, its fresh, it hasn’t been touched yet, you think I’m going to let you ruin it forever, where is my future profit then”? He looked at her, thinking a minute. “We will pay 5,000” he said, “whole night, no questions asked” she looked at me again, then back at him “10,000” she said. “You crazy cunt” he snickered to himself, “ok look, 7,500 and that’s as far as we go, and we agree to come back 3 more times at 2500 a piece”. She thought a minute, “ok deal she said” smiling and. "All right son, you will do. Now put me down and we will repair to the saloon for some liquid refreshments."I did not lower him an inch. Instead, I looked at him quizzically."It was a test, Jeremiah. I had to know how you handled yourself before I climbed up on that driver's box with my life depending on you tomorrow."I sat him down still looking at him funny. He was testing me? That seemed strange given that I was a foot taller, eighty pounds heavier and a seasoned veteran of the greatest army. So, what was left? Well, on his back remained his trusted marine-issue 100 litre Bergen rucksack. In normal circumstances, this would be filled with 14 kilograms of arms and basic survival equipment. But, of course, they had not dared leave Zac with that. So they had replaced his gear with 15 kilograms of brick and rubble, both easy to come by amid the devastated border villages. On his feet, Zac retained his tan combat boots, and thick beige socks. The boots scrambled for grip on the rough.