"Its no problem really." She said. Our eyes met as she looked to see what I was looking at. "You naughty boy, you ought to be ashamed! She teased. "St...aring at you old aunt's twat, I never!" I couldn't really tell if she was genuinely mad or not. "Uh...I...um....I'm sorry, I wasn't...I mean..." I stammered. "It's OK honey, really." She said. "It's been a long time since a man has looked at me there, or anywhere for that matter." I could feel my blood surging to my groin. "Why?" I asked. "You. Ok, I answered anyway what are you doing here..?Replying my aunt said/.I was alerted by the room service maid who happened to hear shouting from your room when she looked in you were writhing on the bed shouting so she alerted me. You must have been having a bad dream. I headed for the toilet remembering a little of the dream I instinctively checked my cock balls, well still there I thought what a dream.When we were checking out at the receptionists desk. I tried not too look at Miss. “Ooooh, fuck yes. Just like that. Just like that, RJ. Don’t stop. Dontstopdontstopdontstop.” Her voice came out in short squeaks as her orgasm hit her. Her back arched, her fingers remained still, buried inside her, while her other hand continued rubbing furiously at her clit. She inhaled deeply, then again. And again. Finally, her lungs full, she released a piercing, blissful scream as her pussy gushed around her fingers. Removing them, she began squirting violently, soaking the bedspread. Next I'd be getting out my razor. Yeah, I carry a straight razor. And no, you really don't want to know why."Some guy," he grunted. I kept going. "Some guy named Anton."I slow. Jack throbs dangerously. He does a good job of being threatening when he has to."Anton who?" I ask."Just Anton," he says. "I never met him. Julia said he could get nine-year-old girl." You would get some of that girl too?" I ask."Half the proceeds," He admitted."And privileges?" I ask. I don't like the light that comes.