“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” I sa...id.Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his addressing my Aunt as“Mrs.. She immediately responded with a whimper and increased the tempo with her hips. Within seconds I felt her body start to quake and her sphincter tightened around my finger and it didn't want to let go. All of a sudden my mouth started filling up with liquid. She was a squirter!! I had never been with a girl that squirts before and it was turning me on like crazy. I tried to catch all of it but it was coming out too hard and there was too much of it. I swallowed as much as I could and I could. So I said, “Put this oil on the head of that monster and put it where you want. I am your fuck whore, tramp, cum dump.”My lover needed no more encouragement. He took the vial and applied it to his member.He ordered me, “Kneel. Spread your knees, ass up, cunt out, ready.”I thought, “If my husband hears him ordering me around like that, he might not like it. I liked being submissive.”I did what I was told.He took me just like that, full in, fast, hard. I felt the bulk of his body on my ass. “You will NOT tell me wha-” “Shut the fuck up,” I said, gripping her by the hair and mashing my lips against hers. I expected her to fight back, to not give up control, but she surprised the fuck out of me. She melted into the kiss as our clothes began shedding themselves, piling up on the floor by her bed as the hungry, sultry look over took the stern visage that previously dominated her face. “You’re just fucking lucky it’s Christmas Eve and I’m in the giving mood,” she said before dropping.