She opened the crank that held the rope to my hands and had me step out from the puddle of our combined pee, handing me an old towel with which she to...d me to wipe my shoes. I used it to dry my hair first. “May I please take a shower, Aunt Helen?” The odor of the pee intensified, the more it cooled down. “No, you may not. I like knowing that you will arrive at home piss-soaked and sore. Do you live with your parents?” “No. With my - girlfriend.” “Ah,” her face lit up, “I’d love to hear you. Surprised she turned looking at them when she caught her image in the side mirror. She smiled wickedly cos she knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize her even if she was blocking their way because she was wearing the burkha she had taken from shabnam!!! With confidence & excitement she returned in to the hall covered from head to toe… the usher who had smiled at her just a few minutes ago looked at her with blank eyes. She showed him her tongue but inside the burkha enjoying the anonymity! She. As I tried to pull my dress down to cover up a bit, hubby yanked it up a bit further flashing my knickers and stocking tops to them all I half heartedly tried to pull it down. There was a few wow’s and fucking hell’s very nice, and I said thank you gentlemen glad you approve of my choice of underwear. Hubby whispered are you ok to which I whispered back very drunk and you do realise they can probably see my pussy through my knickers. Meanwhile there were more comments about how great the view. I told him to undress. I sat on the edge of the bed having him pose for me. He had a nice cock, a good six and half inches and very think, the kind of cock that hurt in a virgin ass. Like me he was cut. The head of his cock was perfect, just looking at it made me want to cum right then and there.The bitch was nice and slim, slightly muscular, about 5'11” to my 6'2”, his balls were clean shaven, his eyes blue, hair light brown and nipples that would make a man cum. I loved his nipple.