Aunt Jean had a grin on her.“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She...said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his addressing my Aunt as“Mrs. Logan”. I felt a finger on my lips as I was about to open them to protest but I kept silent after that. Aunt Jean pulled me toward the door holding my arm as if I was leading her.AS we got outside, the warm night air seemed to. His hand grabbed my hair and he pushed my head down and i gagged. then he pulled my head back up just to push me down again. he did this for a good five minutes, he was so strong and his grip was so tight. i was like a rag doll whose head was being pushed up and down.he then told me to get on all fours and turn around. i grabbed a condom i had in my purse that i was going to use with my husband. i handed it to him but it wouldnt fit as he took magnums. he just tossed the condom on the floor and. “Marie, you have worked so hard all summer that we want to show you how much we appreciate you. We have decided that you should take some time off and go to visit your family. Now that we are back home in Dubai, we have plenty of help in the house, so we would like you to take three months vacation.”Marie was both excited and sad at the same time. Excited at the thought of seeing her husband and daughter soon, but sad at the thought that she would not be able to continue her life as a slut. He didn't even look down.Her pussy was on fire as she reached up under his pajama top, found the elastic waistbands of the PJs, and his briefs, and pulled them both down to the floor. She shot a glance up at him. He was still watching kangaroos hop around, and paying her no mind whatsoever. She rolled up the bottom few inches of his pajama top, no longer worrying about Rugby's reactions to her doings. He was now naked from his waist down, with choo-choo trains crashing together at his feet.She.