My final toy was going to be my large headed wand vibrator to really buzz my clit as needed. I had every aspect of my masturbatory arsenal set. I pull...d my hair back into a tight ponytail to keep it out of my face. I moved the stool because I decided to start on my knees. I turned on the light and within a few seconds, the guy that had been standing there, yanked his shorts down to his knees and presented me his short thick cock. I could tell he was an older heavy man because there was a large. He rang and placing the phone on a shelf, they established he was hearing everything and they, him. Then ‘Ruth’ described the room as she switched on the camera on its tripod. ‘Clive’ at the time running his hand seductively over his aunts naked body and whispering in her ear that, “he was especially going to enjoy whipping her, here and here” his hand slithering over her tits, “and here”, he slid his hands into her cleft. His touch made her shudder, and she knew instinctively, that he would. ”I was getting late, I thought. I lit a cigarette. Walked towards my Wardrobe and chose my beautiful pair of sky blue lingerie. The bra was professional wear, but I had chosen this one for special occasions. The cup was of 34B pushup. It yielded a very nice cleavage.The panties were of lace smugly fit onto my cunt and my beautiful bum. I looked at the mirror again in my lingerie. I was blushing. I don’t remember me being like this for quite a while. I pulled a light blue formal shirt of satin. The flickering golden light of the log fires danced on Martine’s flawless body and turned Jean’s rippling muscular chest golden. Martine’s eyes took on a mischievous silver sparkle, as she knew what was about to happen. Martine was afraid, but more than this she was thrilled. To be filled completely, to be taken to your limits as a woman, to be dominated and used until you were sexually exhausted; it was wrong she knew, but Martine had become addicted to it like a drug. Martine was a married.