”I grinned at George and said, “The CIA agents who fucked Jack and me over in the past had a bad habit of disappearing. I guess they were warned a...out me.”George gasped, “Don’t tell me you killed them?”I smiled and said, “No I didn’t. They just had unfortunate and terminal accidents brought about by their poor judgement. Listen before you judge me it was during missions for them where they failed to provide extraction for us.”The agent returned and asked George, “We would like to use your. Timmy and Chrystal were not biological cousins with the other kids and that just made everything better for them. William and Martha were sitting on the porch of the big house as we rode up.We dismounted and there were introductions all around. The most interesting of course was when first James introduced Kathy as his wife and then Chrystal and Timmy as their children and then as William and Martha’s grand children. It took Martha about two seconds to grab hold of the three of them, and then. But much more than that.“Oh. I can explain, Danni,” I said quietly.“I think the ad pretty much covers it,” she said with a chuckle, still turned away, her ears even showing the blush now. “Mistress requires a very submissive slut to service both her and her well hung husband,” was pretty much the gist of it, right? Is that why Aunt Nancy is such a bitch to me all the time? Is it because she’s a dominatrix? Do you serve her?”“Whoa. No! Nancy is very particular and she sometimes comes off as. “And, I love you, Andy. More than you realize.”We began to move again, slowly accelerating. I could feel her sweat dropping on my face and chest, feel her legs tight around my sides. I pulled her down to suck her nipples, licking the salt from her areola. Faster and faster she moved, gasping, talking to me in those delightful English tones. Sweet nothings meaning so much. Endearments gone in an instant to last forever.“David, David, oh, David,” she groaned as she arched her back, flipping her.