9 ‘o clock rolled around, and we were on our way to Bandra.A little about Dipti aunty: she was definitely my favorite aunty in my parents’ friends...’ group. At 35, she was younger than the rest of the aunties and uncles and thereby a lot cooler. When we turned 16, she’d always sneak us a drink or two at family parties. She’d always teasingly ask us about our girlfriends and boyfriends. She was fun to be around.She had been married for 12 years and had an 11-year-old son. But damn, she was. I took off my shirt and pants. When it was time for underwear she was already complimenting my cock.I pullled down my pants, we embraced and she grabbed me again. She started to pull me down on the bed. I put the condom on the bed and she started stroking me as I fingered her. So wet and so warm. I pulled up on her shirt and started to suck her right nipple. She put her tongue in my ear and moaned for me to fuck her.I put the condom on and she guided me into her bald pussy. I went back. Really. I don’t m-‘ ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he snapped. Then he turned back to Ella. ‘You let me down today. So I’m going to hurt you. And when I’m done hurting you, you’re going to get me hard again so we can finish what we started. Understood?’ Ella didn’t move or speak. She just stared at him in wide-eyed terror. Rhonda was hugging herself. ‘Hunter, please. She-‘ ‘Are you gonna be my warm-up?’ he growled over his shoulder. She closed her eyes. ‘No,’ she whispered, her shoulders quaking. ‘Good,’. Markus leaned back, lookingover the rest of the room. There were a few people dancing, a few peoplefucking, and a few of the Nouveau riche staring at the local poledancer. Same as usual, basically. Most people were off on their ownbooths, and he could hear quite a bit of action going on. The only thingthat really stood out to him was Marian...whatsherface hanging out inthe club when she was supposed to be running the kitchen above.Markus shrugged. He was just waiting for Andrea to show her.