But he knew that he was weak. Gina ‘Mistress Gina’, he took time to remind himself could do anything to him, as could Hammer or anyone else Hammer... chose to bring it.“Most of the people who have been fucking you lately like to see little boibitches like you cry. They don’t care if you live or die. They like to hurt people, especially boibitches while fucking them. Is that how you want to live and die?“Just a warning: That is a short miserable life, with the only redeeming factor being how short. I poured the last pint before I could take my break and I stepped out, leaving the work to the other bartenders as I took the lady by the arm and led her out towards my car. On the walk we took every opportunity to feel each other, I forcefully groped her firm ass, and she rubbed her hand across my bulge. I unlocked the car and opened the door for her, slipping into the driver's seat as she slid into the passenger side. It was fast after that; we started kissing, rubbing, biting, it wasnt long. And my pussy got so wet as usual. I wanted to touch him, but I was laying still and enjoyed the sexual thoughts and his hands touches. He started to massage stronger pressing the points, at one moment weakening the pressure, at another accelerating, just hardly touching me, then fondling tenderly. I was full of desire and wanted to move my legs apart and just catch his hand and force to fondle my pussy. But I controlled myself; I was controlling myself not to moan and waited for him to go. I pressed her soft butt cheeks in my palms and fingers again and again and my fingers got buried in her ass crack.Mamatha aunty just paused on the stairs enjoying the feel of my hand on her ass. I moved behind her and pushed her by pressing my body on her back to tell her let’s move to our room. My hands kept on fondling my beautiful Mamatha aunt’s ass and her soft belly as we enjoyed our lonely walk in night’s darkness towards the door with my aunty not at all opposing my kinky acts. Mamatha.