Call me if you have any questions or require any further clarification.” Jackie had set the table, poured the wine and was waiting for me to arrive... A plan was forming in her mind. She wanted to be married and had asked me on many occasions, why I didn’t want to marry her. I entered my apartment, Jackie greeted me with the usual arms around my neck, a smile and a deep passionate kiss. “How was your day?” I asked her and grabbed her ass. She pushed me away and replied, “Long and boring. And,. Over and over he repeated the gestures until her ass felt as wet and sticky as her pussy did and her body was on the edge of something she hadn’t felt before. Not a climax but an expectation and that was driving her crazy. She thought she knew what he was going to do only to have him dip his finger again and the process would start all over again. A part of her wanted to cry out, to tell him to stop torturing her to either fuck her or something but then just as she felt she had reached her. Just when I finally started coming down from my hormone high. I heard the noise of the hand-vacuum once again. When I looked to the top of the stairs, my heart nearly exploded in my chest! There above me was my aunt Eva with her back towards me, leaning way over, vacuuming the stairs in front of her with the hand-vac. Her dress bloused out in front of her and also flared out from behind as it stretched over her wide ass. My aunt had once again removed her panties and from where I was sitting at. She had made them sign all their property over to her. Karen had to quit her job as a model for the British London Model Agency and both women's bank accounts were also signed over to Anita. The house in London had been sold off to a very wealthy playboy industrialist, who had turned it into a multi-million dollar whorehouse industry. Karen and Mrs. McDonald, Karen's look-alike older mother, no longer lived in England. After all the legalities of transferring everything to Anita, the three.