I would never normally offer to teach or even give massage treatment at a preliminary interview, but there was something about this woman that drew me...in. She came back after what seemed an eternity dressed in light vest top and what looked like booty shorts, both loose fitting around her body. I asked her to sit down on the chair in front of me and I stood behind her, her hair was still down and I asked her to put it up in a clip or a tie. So she gave her head a shake, her hair brushed across. ”I showed her the lounge area and she was blown away by the teak and brass fittings. I have to admit that I had spent a lot of money on décor. I showed her the two little sleeping cabins and the head. And then I took her down the after hatch to the engine room.In the eight months that I had owned my tug I had gotten absolutely OCD about making the engines so pristinely perfect that you could eat off them. And I was proud of my handiwork. Hey!!! What can I say?? I’m a natural born geek.She was. However, we’ll eat first and then read the diary text to put us in the mood and if I think you have half an excuse I will allow you to chose the cane and I will decide on which part of your body to use it. Or would you prefer I chose the cane and you the part of the body for me to use?" Neither Jeremy. Sometimes I think you are as cruel as my father." Rather than start arguing with her, Jeremy left the kitchen and started to read the story on computer. It certainly got him horny and ready for. After midnight I was tossing and turning on my bed, when I heard some strange moaning noises coming from Auntie Silvia’s bedroom. It had and adjoining closet with my own room; so I had already figured out it was a perfect spot for peeping. Then I eased into the closet and peeped through her door to see what the moaning was all about.There my aunt was over one of the bedposts, easing her body up and down on it. The bitch was fucking that big knob so deep that I could not believe it would fit in.