I pushed his head away and climbed off the kitchen counter. Unzipping his jeans his hard cock sprang from its stranglehold. I closed my mouth over the... tip of his manhood, my tongue circling the glans and hood of his cock. Gripping his balls, I fed his length as deep down my throat as I could. My tongue feeling every ridge of his vein strained cock. I gagged slightly as his cock touched the back of my throat, my saliva lubricating him even more.His hands gripped me under my arms, he pulled me up. " I couldonly reply, "No Aunt Claudia, dinner was just served up and we ate it."Aunt Agnes replied, "Boy you have no manners, no decorum, and youclothes look a disgrace, I think you will have to go back we cannot copewith such a disgraceful, unkempt, rowdy boy." I started to cry, saying,"Please don't send me back, it was horrible there, and I can change,really I can, I do anything you want, but please don't send me backthere Auntie." I just don't know, your Auntie and I will have to do a lot of. "Joanna smiled, sitting up very straight, popping out her proud chest and looking extremely tasty in a tightly-cinched-in manner. "All my doing."The madam rang a small bell and one of her African staff appeared with a young British officer in tow, his hands tied before him. He looked wide-eyed and frightened, but the first thing I noticed was his short, auburn wig and the second was his bare feet. I was sure this man possessed the lean flanks I had seen between Joanna's thighs the previous. They sat in the back seat of a stretched limousine while the driver and who Scott assumed was a bodyguard sat in front.During the drive Isabel said, “I guess it isn’t that late. Can I offer you another drink? My residence isn’t far from here.”He accepted her invitation which caused her to say something Scott didn’t understand to the driver. It wasn’t that much longer that the car was pulling into a walled gated estate. He could see a rather large two story house and he commented to her asking.