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She unlocked the door and commanded me to enter. During mother's and aunt's greetings, I took cousin's and her husband's coats. Nevertheless, aunt and cousin were our guests at least once per a month. Her usual joke about that was that she must fight with criminals, and, if needed, beat them! Then she bent my cock with her right boot, pressed it on the top of the left boot and started to move her legs in opposite directions. That was not so pleasant, but that was a truth.

I sat back on the little chair and the man knelt at my feet — wow now that did send a shiver of anticipation through my whole body — a man cowering before me. And I used to rush home — open up by sexy box of tricks and masturbate until a came hard and long. My father had been a stern strict man and it seemed my husband was the same. And each time I did the sound of the slap sent shivers through my body. I sat back opening my legs slightly and gasped as I saw him staring in awe at my black silk panties. My cunt was a fiery cauldron and my clit a red hot button of lust. He turned on his heel muttering something and returned with a much larger box.

It felt good — very good indeed and despite his looks I felt my thighs press together and let the love eggs hum nicely against my vulva. I had to keep slapping his hands away as he tried to grab and claw at my thighs. Pulling my foot away and rubbing the dampness on his thighs I raised my leather booted leg. I could almost feel the throbbing and I pressed gently. I stepped back and slowly took off my shirt — my big tits pressed against the see-thru silk and my nipples were as hard as bullets and as large as cigar stubs.