It was always like a hot combination of fact and fantasy, like taking part in a porn shoot. She watched Eduardo move away from the bottom of the massa...ge bed and walk to the top end. She watched his hands briefly hold her shoulders and then slide down to her breasts. She saw and felt him pinch her nipples. She heard him say, “In a little while, when I am naked, I will bite them.” She felt her pussy get wet again and knew that her entrance had reopened. She saw herself push her left leg out on. He placed the jar on the desk somewhere near my hip.Now, I knew he was the gentle sort of person, so the punishment I had just received surprised me, but I was even more surprised when I felt his cool hands upon my ass. I had tensed, wanting to jump up and yell at him, but his soothing voice stopped me, ?Stay still Miss Cole. This balm will help to ease the pain and help you heal faster.?I wasn’t sure if I should believe him, but his hands felt good upon my sore skin as they carefully rubbed. He was very vocal and kept asking me if his black dick felt better then my husband's white one. Did I like them long, dark and thick? It was so strange to have this strange man fucking me and talking dirty, it made me crazy. He kept asking me if he was a better lover than my husband and finally I had to admit that he was. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations the likes of which I'd never experienced with my husband. Finally I made him do me missionary style and wrapped my legs. Then she started to suck it enthusiastically.“Do you get excited when you look at this?” my aunt asked.“Er, yes, kind of,” I stammered uncertainly. My penis that was standing straight up in my underpants seemed a lot less uncertain, though.“Would you like a woman to do that to you?” my aunt asked.“I think so,” I said, blushing.“Well,” my aunt said, “why don’t I then?”Without waiting for an answer my aunt took my penis out of my pants and pulled the foreskin back. She bent over me and, without.