Then, her arms behind her back, head turned slightly, chin down, eyes looking up and to an angle at me. Then a shot with her looking downward's toward... the floor. I then had her turn her back towards me, leaning against the wall, her arms spread out over her head, her legs spread wide. The roundness, the firmness of her asscheeks, perfect spheres against the lace of her panties. First looking straight at the wall, then downwards, then looking back over her shoulder at me. I could feel the precum. My dick kept growing and growing.I knew she wasn't drunk because she didn't drink.Now I'm wondering where all this is coming from.She stood up while piss was still pouring from her beautiful pussy."I think someone is getting turned on and I don't mean me,"she said.She finshed up and wiped and flushed the toilet."Take caree of that ,Tiger,"she told me.Later that evening,everyone was starting to leave.I went inside the house to wrap up a takeaway plate for the next day.Aunt Lisa came in behind me. Sandra was having an animated conversation with astylist and they would occasionally glance over at me and laugh a bit.Soon Nurse Sandra came over and led me to the stylists station. When Iwas seated Sandra told me that Barbara knew what she wanted done and thatshe would be back in a couple hours to pick me up. First, my eyebrowswere waxed to thin arches, and then pads were taped over my eyes so Icould not see what was going on. My hair was washed and conditioned and Icould feel dozens of. "Fuck my pussy! yeah! fuck my pussy harder!!!" you begged. I pulled out my cock and flipped you on your back, you legs in the air as I pushed my cock back into you and I got on top of you. I put my hand around your neck as I slapped you repeatedly, looking you right in the face. "You like that huh? you like getting treated like a bitch?" I asked. "Fuck yeah!! im a fucking bitch!! fuck my pussy!!" I continued to slap your face as I choked you now with both hands, pounding you so hard. You threw.