“It’s not like it is in the books, Mistress,” Savannah said, her voice at least loud enough to be heard by both of San Antonio’s heads. “Wit...h you it was, Mistress,” she continued, “but everything else...”“With everything else,” Mistress Guzman said, “it’s not like it is in the trashy BDSM novels you love so much...”She sighed heavily.“It is my fault then, all of it,” Mistress Guzman said. “All right then, let’s see if we can correct the problem. You’re going into training. Ernesto, can I count. He spread me open and then some. It was a slow movement, and he worked himself in, his hands at my hips once he had the head inside enough to let go. His hands bit into my skin, and I could see the focus on his face as he gently pushed forward, and then edged backwards. He was so thick and hard it felt amazing, but so very tight. I whimpered a little, feeling a little sting of pain as he pushed forward more and he paused, letting me adjust some to his size, one of his hands moving from my hip. I then inspected what had happened my cum was oozing out her pussy dripping to the floor and my two loads were pouring out. Aunty lay there on her stomach exhausted. She then said “ar fartam nay” (I cant any more) she seighed and slowly got up. She then made her way to the door she was going to the bathroom to clean herself. I told her to stop. “The cctv cameras will see” She replied “Dhur kita khortum” (damn what shall I do now then) I then said “go home and clean up” she didn’t say anything. She wraps her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine her phone rang and she reached over and pushed it off the table near the couch i tried to push her away but she wouldn't stop kissing me her lips seemed super glued to mine i just wrapped my arms around her waist and we kissed passionately for 10 minutes her phone rang again she didn't look to see who it was she kept kissing and she wasn't going to stop,man if I get this married blonde's panties off I'm going to nail her into.