My eyes are glazed a bit, hips moving as my cock pulses in the air with my hand removed. I was so, so close to cumming that I moan in frustration. W...ether it is because I was made to stop stroking, or made to stop sucking, I cannot say which made me moan the most. "Oh what a needy, cock-sucking whore you are, slut," you lean forward and whisper in my ear as you take my wrists and clip them to the belt. "I know just what to do with a whore like you." You kneel down and begin to rub your. I put my hand over the burner. And left it there. At twenty, I knew it was scaled. At twenty-five, I knew my face was giving me away. At thirty-five, I gave up and snatched my hand back. "Oww." I hissed, "Fuck!"Sheila pulled my hand across the table and studied it for a moment. She blew on it gently. It was cool and a little soothing even as it stung. My throat went dry. Then she found some tissues in her book bag, used her Evian to wet them, placed them on my palm and curled my fingers around. Somehow, he’d known to push past that. He wouldn’t let her make it a game. Dustin had forced her into really being his slave. Ironically, there was something liberating about that. She had to be the nastiest slut she could be for her nephew. It wasn’t her choice. It was simply the way things were. It was like being a kid again, when her stepdad or her uncle would simply tell her what to do and who to do it with.Dustin moaned as the tip of his aunt’s tongue traced a tiny circle around his. Holding onto Suzie’s legs, Katie pushed them apart as she sucked on Suzie’s clit.“Oh yes!” Suzie called out loud, unable to keep quiet.Katie stopped only for a second, grinning to herself. She was glad that she had bought the ball gag. Soon it would be needed so Suzie would not be disturbing the neighbors. Katie darted her tongue deep inside her without warning. Her hands gripped Suzie’s inner thighs, spreading her legs to give full access to her opening. Slowing down just a little, Katie moved.