When they were almost there, he finally spoke."It's honesty time again." Shit, what now?" It's not about us – you and I, it's about my shadow-commun...ity." Okay, go on." Look, some of the morals and ethics are different, especially when it comes to sex." Yeah, I already figured that out."He pulled into a parking space."When we get in there, I don't want you making any waves. He's has a live-in girlfriend with him." I'm not a prude." I mean, he's going to have a very attractive girlfriend. A 'way. It’s far from both Boston and Brockton, places I considered my usual digs for years but must now give up. I’m the laughingstock of my friends and family. I’ve become the cautionary tale. Life one of those fools on the Maury Povich Show. Yeah, I’ve been duped. Got royally screwed. Isn’t life great? I took off and left behind everything I thought I knew. I don’t want to see my family or friends. They failed to be there for me when I needed it the most. It seems that when men are down, they’re all. We're almost home..." The car came to a stop, "alright. Option one, you can go now, outside and walk back home naked. Or option two, you can shut your whore mouth and ride home, then go there. Which one does the slut want?" She didn't think, she needed to pee but she wasn't wanting to walk home, she didn't stop him as he began to drive, only half the speed he was before he asked the question. She began to squirm and writhe against her seatbelt, "Marrrrrcohhhhh! I'm going to piss my. She was very happy with me.Meanwhile, as I was a regular reader of stories on ISS I started imagining stuff. I started looking at Aunty from a different point to view. I used to observe her. Imagine spanking her and fucking her from behind. I used to imagine pleasuring her by sucking her clitoris and pussy. Satisfying her in every possible way I could. She did deserve sex after uncle was gone.Slowly, I started chatting real time with her on WhatsApp. Our conversation would be double meaning and.