She needed a quick cue from one of her group to continue and ignored me for the rest of the presentation. ‘You’ve got nerves, coming here.’ He w...hispered in my ears. It wasn’t the voice of Diane’s boyfriend. Neither was it the voice of the one that had flogged me with my machete. ‘What would you do? Report to her boyfriend, like you did at the cinema? Or come to my place tonight and slash my tires?’ His eyes widened at that. I knew him now. My slasher-man. Perfect. ‘I’m just here to cheer a. “I think you looked beautiful.” I didn't care that a thin layer of cotton separated me from them, but the contact of my face with her soft, yielding flesh was electric.She slowly loosened her grip on me, but I continued to hold her tight. I think she also realized where her hug had unintentionally buried my head. “Oh Jamie, that is so sweet, but you really can't think of me in that way.” She wasn't angry. She sounded sad more than anything. “I'm just your saggy old aunt, and you have a lot of. You’ve lost your cherry without even sucking a dick. That’s a shame since you have the perfect lips for it.”I shivered. A blowjob... ? I had friends in Japan who’d given them, kneeling before their boyfriends, bobbing their mouths on their dicks. I felt something wet poking my stomach. The tip of his cock rubbing against my belly. He was hard again. And he wanted ... he wanted me to suck on it. His dick.It was like he put the idea into my mind, because I started sucking on his finger. That only. She started thinking about her massage and thought about Olga being naked, she started working her clit and within seconds she exploded into a giant orgasm. She pulled the vibrator out and saw drops of her juices dripping off of it. She got up and cleaned it in the sink and went to bed, asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow,The next day she saw Julie in the hall and she remarked at how much better she looked. She replied that Olga did have magic fingers and thanks for telling her about.