My nephew had literally treated me like a donkey all week without much sympathy. If I was counting all of the times he whipped my ass or rubbed my nos... into the mud I would have a pretty long list.“I am a lying cunt, Sir. I’ve lied to you many times as your Aunt Amanda,” I admitted while I scrubbed the floor so hard I made my ass cheeks clap together for him. “Would you believe me if I told you I wouldn’t extract my revenge?”I was joking but he took it seriously and backed away. I wanted to. ." Excellent, then just for tonight, I'm in charge, all you have to do is follow my lead and cum as often as you can manage." Sure ... Umm ... Yes Misst ... Ma'am." There was now way I was going to spend all evening calling her Mistress, I didn't even do that for Chris, so Ma'am would have to do, even though it brought back memories of Toni, memories that had my need drooling, straining to be released."I've already ordered for us, and just bottled water," she paused to emphasise her words, "I. First this seemed normal, but as time progressed, it was almost a habit of his. I did not say anything towards this as I did not want to offend him in any way what so ever. Shuhel was the third amongst five brothers. The oldest of whom managed to hustle his way through to London. They were a wealthy family in Bangladeshi standards. He was an inch or two smaller than me, and dark skinned. Most people in Bangladesh were dark anyhow, but he seemed to possess complexion which was almost chocolaty. He, I don’t think he did notice me, took of his towel from around his waist and started drying his hairs off the water. For the first time in the day, I caught an actual glimpse of his manhood, an exquisite piece of flesh. It seemed as if it was begging to be sucked and cummed. His balls were big for his size and seemed full of cum to be exploded. Suddenly he noticed me, and wrapped the towel around himself, it was as if the world came to an end, the visual ecstasy had been cut short. He.