"I am just picking up some of my stuff that I forgot. I am still on the outside assignment. What can I do for you?"The older woman laughed and it was ...ot a nice laugh. In fact, it was a nasty laugh and one that promised trouble for "Miranda" if she didn't cooperate to the fullest."Well, you can get your pretty ass up on that desk, darling and pull down those terrible black panties. I need to get some exercise beating your backside until it is nice and cherry red for me to kiss."I bent over. If someone tried to flee, they were ridden down and captured, then skinned alive and left for the buzzards and the ants. If the person who ran had family, all of them went to feed the Gods the next Feast Day... those were held every moon-quarter.And if someone snuck away, avoiding the guards? Everyone in their family died as soon as the person was reporting missing. They were tortured terribly, publicly, including the newborn.In spite of the dire punishments there had been volunteers aplenty. And her white colored underwear was visible to me. She started rubbing herself between her legs watching the movie. Her lips had parted and she was breathing heavily. That made me feel sexy too, I was watching my aunty playing with herself. I felt something in my pants and it was bulging, I continued watching her through the keyhole again.I could see that there was a wet patch on her underwear; I first thought she must have urinated, then she removed her underwear and threw it away, It was the. Though I dont care about penis size, I couldnt help but compare Chris to my husband, and though Chris was not huge (about 6-7 inches), he was much larger and firmer than my hubby. As I soaped his hairless scrotum, I could feel his young heavy testicles roll between my fingers and my mind wandered to comparing them to my hubbys small sac. Of course he just got more excited as I handled him, it was then that I noticed his heavy balls retract up to his body and I knew he was readying to spill.