I little past one on Wednesday we found a table and I ordered somecoffee while Cathy asked for some white wine. She looked about."Is everything okay C...thy?"She moved closer and told me that she was worried about losing herlover, "Michaela is great Keith," but she was unsettled with theirrelationship."How can I be of any help?" I asked a bit dumbfounded.She whispered, "I don't want to lose Michaela and thought-"I looked at her carefully. She was anxious as she spoke quietly again."You don't. She was so hot and tight. I want you to cum in my choot, Mastraam. I want to feel you hot cum squirting deep into me. I want you now, Mastraam.” I probably won’t last long….” I started to say, but Pallavi cut me off. “I don’t care. Chodo Mujhe!”I do what I am told, so I climbed on and slid my erect lund into her choot. She was right with what she had told me about nothing else ever being the same. Nothing I had ever felt was as hot, and tight, and slippery as Pallavi’s choot was. I thought. But Abigail didn't fear for her own safety. Dawn lay a few minutes away and already she had pulled the car into the sanctuary of the parking garage. The dark, man-made cavern was lit by the impure, flickering florescent lights.Abigail feared for her husband's safety.It was a small kernel buried in the depths of her soul, that tiny bit of her not bound up by the chains of her Sire's will. I left my husband tied up to face the rising sun."Is there any particular place for me to park, Sire?". After she said it, my aunt looked at me like she was savouring the taste of the illicit word, her attention set on my face as though gauging my reaction.“Putting this into me is something we couldn’t ever take back. Once it’s done it’s forever. It’s a secret that can’t ever, and I mean not ever, get out.”“I won’t tell,” I said as her hand continued to work at my cock.My aunt kissed me again, using her tongue to taunt me as she flicked it in an out of my mouth. I went for her breasts, squeezing.