“Yes…” The fingers in my ass stopped moving as I felt I had crossed a line into a scary and unknown territory. Aunty sex I’ll never do this. The tip of my middle finger was already poised at my anus, as if it had never done anything else, and I finally held my breath and pushed against it. This is where I draw the line. Why did I want it not to end? In an hour. I groaned, bending forward, loud into the phone, my hair flinging wildly into my face. The sensation was more than I could stand. In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. “Shut up and spread your legs. “You like what?” she prodded, almost taking a sadistic delight in my emotional upheaval. This is where I draw the line. It was dirty, it was painful, it was… How much it made my pussy water. I came. Was that it?
