I noticed the landlord kept giving me strange looks and smirking. I didn’t think anymore of it as we had more drinks. I even gave the landlord and a... few others a few glimpses of my stocking tops as I crossed my legs on the stool. It was funny my end of bar was getting busier and my BF liked the attention I was getting too. After drinking for an hour I headed off to toilet as I was bursting. I headed for different toilet as its nearer but you have to go near private quarters. Anyway after. “No, she isn’t but she was tired after, well, exercising.”“Is that code for having sex?”“Tim! That’s none of your business.”Tim had always thought it was funny and sad that his older sister was a lesbian. He didn’t have anything against homosexuals but when she was younger, she would take some of her lesbian friends home and they were so hot. Tim had this fantasy where he would have sex with one of them, but that never happened. At the ripe age of seventeen he had gone as far as getting his. I release her clit, starting a deep sucking motion on her breast, and she grabs handfuls on my hair. Back and forth, I tease both her nipples, barely giving her pussy any attention, just to drive her crazy. It works too, and I feel triumphant when she asks for more. I put a fingertip against her opening and push, loving the way she holds onto me. I feel around inside her pink box, buried to the knuckle, and she reaches down between us to grab my dick bulging in my shorts. We play with each. ” The moment was lost. “I’ll go after you then Holly.” I heard the shower start up, and lay back on the bed, putting my hand between my legs, and let myself go. Heaven. Holly was right. Over the next six weeks I was spanked so many times. They weren’t all full spankings. Several times Auntie Sarah would spin me around and smack me on my bottom a couple of times as a reminder to be good. I didn’t count those. Other times I made the trip across her lap and my bare bottom was given a dozen.