Just as they finished packing Margaret’s bag, a knock on the door announced the bellboy. It also awoke Bert, who looked up to see the women handing ...heir luggage to the young man. Turning to Bert, she said, “Good morning, sleepyhead! Our ride is here so we’ve got to go.”“Oh. I was kinda hoping for a, well, you know, special good-bye.”Looking at her niece, Margaret shrugged her shoulders. Jennifer nodded in agreement.Margaret turned and gave instructions to the bellboy. “Take these down to the. . No wonder you're a sissy. with a tiny dicky like that you never had much choice!" just saying those words gets her even wetter. I can't help but be totally and helplessly aroused by this treatment, but the embarrassment keeps me from getting hard, and my clit remains totally limp as she teases me."Y-yes mistress... you are right.." I reply softly and meekly.. "I know I am right sweetie. With a limp little noodle like yours, this is the closest you can hope to get to being with a woman" she. .ow...ooh...oooh...” As the seconds ticked by, the flinching of bruised flesh gave way to movements that followed the caressing fingers and the hips began a slow wiggle.“Aaaaahhh...”“That better, boy?”“Yes...oh yes...oh yes...” It was more a breath than actual speech that accompanied the healing massage. The beaten buttocks glistened deep reds and purples and their colourful writhings hit Lady Vernon with a spasm of lust between her thighs.And between the boy's thighs there now sprouted a stiff. .. well Harry, six months may not have changed some things, but you're living with and fucking two underage girls, you're 'negotiating' with me while they play with us, you actually appear to have grown a pair since you're not caving to me like you always used to... Harry, whatever you are, you're not boring anymore."I'm thinking maybe we should get back together."Harry paused for a moment. In his mind, he was stunned by the gall of the woman. She had to be the most empathically dead person on.