Mr. Cree was the wealthiest man in the county. Maybe even in the state. Her husband worked as an accountant at Mr. Cree’s main office.Laura gently s...t down on the edge of one of the two chairs facing Mr. Cree’s big oak desk. “Water would be nice, please.”Although she couldn’t see it, Mr. Cree must have had a small refrigerator behind his desk because he reached down and pulled out a cold bottle of water. “Here you go.”Laura reached out to accept the bottle. Still nervous, she slowly sat back. I slowly run my tongue up his shaft, pausing to place soft kisses along the way and rub my hand where my mouth had been. His pelvis starts to buck as he says, “Put that cock in your mouth now, you dirty slut”. I run my tongue around the tip and expand my mouth to put his whole dick in my mouth. He grabs my head and pushes me farther down. I can barely breathe, but his cock feels so good in my mouth I can’t stop. Knowing he is close, I cup his balls with my hand. I can’t wait for him to. Coming around the corner of the building, you literally run into one of the new guards taking an after shift smoke before going home.You both tumble to the ground in a heap, levering yourself onto his chest you place one hand over his mouth, and the other around his throat. Having already vowed to not go back into a cage, you ride his bucking chest, watching the light leave his eyes, as you choke the life out of him. With one last surge you feel the guard slump to the ground, breathing hard you. Where before, she had treated me as her young clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different then a wife would speak to a husband. “What would like to eat dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I'll eat anything,” I told her. “I'm starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is...” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added. Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back where burning and I knew I would enjoy having my aunt feeling.