Very sexy." I walked over to the fridge and got out a chilled flute with the champagne bottle."Please call me Patricia, PJ sounds like a kid's name." ...She saw the magnum, "You're having champagne! Can I, like, uhm, can I have some too? Please?" Sure, I think it's OK." I retrieved a second chilled flute. The bottle opened with a satisfying 'pop', and I poured two glasses of the bubbling liquid.We toasted our good fortune, and wished our siblings luck in their new life together. The meal was. This was to be an event for her pleasure, not mine. As I reached her chair, I stood unflinching as the bull whip struck her hand. My fingers tightly grasping each wrist behind my back, legs shoulder width apart, eyes to the floor, I awaited my orders. Pushing away her chair, Mistress walked, no stalked, around me, allowing the whip to crack against the floor. I heard doors open and close as clients entered their rooms, the rustling of many pairs of pants as their cocks immediately hardened at. After a few minutes I began to speed things up and push ever so harder but not too much as to hurt her. Her ass was really tight, well tighter than her pussy. I loved the feeling of it around my cock as I pushed deeper and thrusted harder. She then told me to stop and I pulled my cock out and noticed the condom has split. My Aunt didnt spot it straight away and told me she wanted to try on top so that she could control the pace. When she spotted the condom, instead of replacing she opted just. “I will, but I first need to use the washroom” I said, grinning. Her face visibly reddened with her blushing and she ran back to her seat. I went into the loo, praying things work out fine, and jacked off hard.We both worked for the next couple of hours quietly. The tension was mounting and I was getting horny again. As it was lunch time, I stopped working, turned around, kissed Astha on her cheek and said, “kyun gorgeous? Aaj no khaana?” as I got up to go to get our dabbas from outside the.