"Next time it gotta be better than it was tonight, understand?"When she didn't respond immediately, he slapped her across the face, bringing a trickle...of blood from the corner of her mouth. "... Yes... better..." she moaned as he smiled."Whose cunt are you?" ... Yours Lamar... I'm your cunt." Just don't forget it. See you Tuesday at Dad's."With that he was gone. It took Marcy almost fifteen minutes to get her sore and battered body into the shower. While the water cascaded from her, she cried. I guess she was trying to make up the open area with the saree pallu.It felt as if she had somehow slowed down or time did as I sensed that she was somehow trying to delay things. This was a positive sign and a green signal I was hoping for.The bond we shared played a part as the love and affection we shared with each other turned into pure lust.Gathering some courage, I went close to my aunty, gave her a hug with my hands on her exposed part of the skin in a way that I slid it underneath the. He had ahold of her hair and was trying to stuff as much of his cock into her mouth as was possible. Kenzie's a real trooper though, and although she was gagging, she was up for the challenge.I went back to the living room and soon after could hear the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I could hear Kenzie moaning loudly as Max drove into her. It was super hot. After a few minutes, and hearing the bed creaking and the sound of a hard dick thrusting in and out of a very wet. She shakes her head while wondering aloud why they’d do that to a nice lad like me. I agree with her. She giggles while talking to me, because she’s watching the three ladies watching me doing my exercises.Fun TimesIt’s just after four when I finish my exercise routine, and head to the pool. After doing a dozen laps to cool down I suggest the ladies join me for a drink in the spa. They smile, and pick up their gear. A few minutes later we’re in the penthouse, and heading for the spa.The ladies.