I walked to the door and opened it, wearing nothing but my waist length, black see through negligee. There was standing my handsome black Boss. He was...older than me; but still going strong. I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home I we had about four hours to spend without any interruption. I walked towards the bedroom and he followed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing to disguise at all. He moved close to me and pushed me back until I fell. That night when her husband came back home, he was shocked to see Shruti aunty in such condition.He asked why she did not call him. She replied, “I am fortunate to have a son like him. He helped me come back home.”Her husband came towards me and patted me, and said, “Well done, son. You will have to take care of her for a few more months. I am going to Delhi tomorrow for my visa. I will be abroad for a few months.”“Sure, I will take care of her!” I replied.A week passed by, and I would serve. You know . . ." said a worried Aimee. "Have his big cock in your wet pussy?" said Carl anticipating the look on the young girl's faces when he so blatantly described the act. He loved the instant reaction of humiliation on both 12-year-old girls. "No way . . ." they both said in unison. "Well, you were still unsupervised and your parents should be called right now. What are your numbers?" he asked. "Please don't tell them sir . . ." begged Aimee. "No please don't. We will be grounded for the. He used the other hand to maneuver the lever next to the seat to push the car seat back and I sank my lips on to this beauty. It tasted funny at first, not used to the soft unblemished skin, missing the foreskin, missing the dripping precum that Raj forever produced. It is a different cock, I guess it had to be different in every way. I sank further, making the head of the cock hit the back of my throat and began to bob up and down. He was grunting, small, stifled grunts of pleasure. I worked.