“Now look up at me while you suck me baby.”She started lapping at my cock and sucking. This was realnice I was about to come and taken my ...ock in hand Ijacked off over her face still holding her hair untilwith a grunt I emptied my balls onto her face and tits, Iaimed most of it at her tits which where covered with myspunk.Zipping up I looked down at her and smiled, “You’re myslut now girl, aren’t you. Yu better get used to it orit’ll be costly in. As I like to do, I gave her the ball and let her run with it. She disappeared into the master suite for about half an hour. By the time she came out I was pretty much done but had left most of the devices open and was still putzing around like I wasn't. She was now wearing a skimpy, pink, silk nightgown and a sheer housecoat. She had deftly applied a minimal amount of make up and the difference was quite noticeable. She expressed sincere interest in what I was doing and was appropriately. The one great advantage I did have was an Aunt who was appalled at my family’s financial condition and saw to it — that is to say paid for — that I could go to the finest schools.“Fortunately, after getting a wonderfully useless Liberal Arts degree, it turned out that I had some talent for business. I went into real estate development and the rest, as they say, is history.“Thank goodness that I had the money to send Phillip to an Ivy League school myself when the time came, because my Aunt had. ‘These are our daughters, Kira and Lucy,’ my mother introduced us to Mr. Waterman, thrilled that the owner of the ranch himself was getting to know us. ‘And my son Luke is over at the bar. We’ve been driving all day from southern California, but we had to come tonight and see what we were missing here.’ ‘Our motto here at the ranch is ride hard during the day, and dance even harder in the evening,’ Mr. Waterman replied proudly. The man looked tough, but once he started talking he actually came.