Without a word, Aunt Sheen pulled up the black leash and offered the other end to me. I grinned as I took the leash and walked down the stairs. I hear... Sheen aunt’s high heels clicking against the tiled staircase as she walked close behind me. I walked casually down to the kitchen with my widowed Muslim aunt following me on a leash like an obedient slave.The feeling of power and authority was unmistakable for me and I remember it till now!I had not yet decided the perfect place to spank her. She stands up and takes off her tight jeans and her lacy thong and bends over right in front of me as she does. With them around her ankles and bent over, she looks back and says, ‘You want your thick cock to go in this tiny little hole?’ I pick up the lube and pout some out into my hand and rub it all over her tight rosebud and all over her juicy ass cheeks. She moans as i slide two fingers inside her, pushing them all the way to the bottom knuckles. I lean her over the couch and position. ‘Rose said you are a tough bitch.’ ‘Are you sure Rose said bitch?’ ‘Jesus. Who are you? I ought to throw you off the property.’ ‘Cool it Dirk. I would expect this is your father’s property and he invited me here.’ ‘None of the family want dad to marry such a young woman. His health could be failing.’ ‘Ah, reasons at last. Thank you. All I received from your sisters was hostility.’ ‘Can you blame them?’ ‘It was pathetic. In fact the whole damn lot of you are pathetic. I came here today, at your. “And why don’t we remove those underwear while we’re at it?” With the coaxing of his aunt, he now stood fully naked in front of these women. “Okay, we are all done,” Mistress said. He went to reach for his pants but Mistress caught him and said, "You will not be needing those until the conclusion of this meeting. Please, sit.” He sat without question. Mistress began to say something else to the women and his Aunt, but he could not focus due to his current state. Brian jumped when he felt a hand.