" I assured her they do, and in fact submission & dominance are a part of almost everyones' lives to one degree or another, but that I wouldn't expect...that she would understand. "What do you mean by that?", she quipped. I speculated to her that her upbringing would not allow her to venture from the straight & narrow. "What do you mean, you think I'm a snob!". Not at all, I said, "but you're too headstrong to submit yourself to someone."After a quiet stretch, she asked, "well, what is it you. I was half way through my 2 week holiday with a friend and had decided to walk the beach as she was tired from the late nights we spent in the night clubs for the past 3 nights and gone back to bed. As I walked slowly through the soft sand my mind drifted back to the guys we had met in the clubs so far, wishing I had taken things further with a couple but my friend was not like me, she was still a virgin and wanted to stay that way until she married.My mind was working overtime thinking about. She lovedreally making them feel like the sissy pansies they were, and of course,if she was allowed to, she would go further. Normally that wasn'tpossible. But now wasn't normal.The nursery door creaked open and Aunty Sue popped her head round. "Is itasleep?" she asked, in a low, breathy voice. She had close croppedchestnut hair, hazel eyes, a slim nose and sensuous lips. On her head shewore a white nurses cap which again would not look out of place in the1970's. Nanny beckoned her inside and. She was thrusting her hips upward to meet his strokes. She was talking. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Slam your big prick into me. Fill me with cum, you fucker.” Then she wasn’t talking any more, just grunting, “Ugh, ugh, ugh, UGGGGH.” I was rubbing myself in time with his strokes.He started to cum. He stopped moving in and out, and started to clench his ass, again and again and again. He kind of collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. She squeezed her thighs around him, then let her legs fall down.