The nightly rate was obscene, but she could afford it now, and was in the mood to splurge.Now they would need a way to get there, so she called a limo...service and ordered a black stretch. Barely 10 minutes passed before the long, sleek vehicle pulled up in front of the office. The driver’s door opened and a black-uniformed figure emerged and came inside.The driver looked at them and asked, “Jessica Braden?” The voice was high for a man and low for a woman, and the uniform, hat, and sunglasses. I could tell that the more we were together, the greater was her excess in everything we did together. In the middle of the third night together, she begged me to put my cock inside her and fuck her properly. Of course I was only too willing to comply with her wish and the rest of the night was spent fucking. She never seemed to have enough of my cock and when morning arrived I was very exhausted.From then on, Aunt Paula let me fuck her as often as I wished and we spent every night together in. The sensation was deep and heated. The cock was invading at will, his hands all over her nipples, his tongue licking her neck. The heat of the cellar made her a runny mess of sweat. The noise of his flesh slapping hers added to the feeling of revulsion but dark sexual pleasure. She knew full well why she stopped at the side of the road in the first place, that strong barrel chest, chiselled deep eye sockets, that swarthy unshaven demure. But this is not how she'd imagined their first time might. Looking across to the two toilet cubicles, I could see both doors open, no occupants. I stepped further in…Then I saw at one of the two urinals, a man standing seemingly urinating. He was fiftyish stocky with a beard, wearing casual tracksuit bottoms and a coat. He looked at me over his shoulder, so I quickly went into the cubicle to relieve myself. I didn’t shut the door but stood waiting to piss. My cock seemed to take ages to release and I was aware of the silence. He had to be pissing too.