“Hey don’t move Joe,” I said in low pitch voice,

“But this paint’s all over me! And this smell is suffocating” said Joe.

“Bear with it! It’s all your fault, to begin with,”

“Alright, sorry for unleashing poncho, but why I am the one who's the chair while you sit on my back with your fat ass like Queen of England? “

“You are the one responsible for being stuck in this situation in the first place. Only, if you were not prowling around for the hunt of some poor pitiable widow's undergarment. You deserve none the less, just think some random girl is the one sitting on you, and suck it, up.”

“If it was a girls ass on top of me. I would already be drilling you from behind,” said Joe while he drooled his face, fantasizing.

“On second thought, Nevermind. Just stay put, till Mrs. Tiffany settles down and we can make a run. “

Joe would likely be willing to fuck anything if there is a suitable size hole to put his junk.

Now because of him, we are in a tight spot.

Mrs. Tiffany was back with another stranger old black man. Thanks to the intel broadcasting with the help of Dirk who's currently hiding in the bushes of Mrs. Tiffany's backyard.

It’s almost 2:30 am, and it’s the first time that Mrs. Tiffany bought someone along, at her home. At least for me, it is the first time.

Joe and I are hiding inside the bedroom cabinet. The cabinet isn’t spacious enough for two people to stand alongside. So I made Joe bow on his knees, and I climbed on his back. Rob hid under the bed.

I can clearly, view the whole bedroom through the backside of the mirror that was attached to the cabinet.

Sadly we tumbled the red paint box that was inside the cabinet when we hastily tried to hide inside the cupboard. Now the cabinet's floor was flooded with the red paint and thanks to Joe’s sacrifice I m neat and tidy whereas Joe’s favorite white T-shirt is now red along with his face.

The walkie-talkie started transmitting,

“Guys…?”

I equipped the walkie-talkie with my hand,

“Dirk? Keep it low! So could send us the coordinates of Aunt Tiffany, where exactly is she?”, I asked.

“She's in the dressing room, with the big fat black bald old dude with a mustache,...and. And…” stuttered Dirk.

“Is everything alright there Dirk? Mrs. Tiffany is very kind and gentle If that dude does try to exploit her kindness and do anything funny with her. We will sure beat the shit out of his ass.”

Suddenly Joe interrupted,

“I don’t know about his ass, but I would be glad to serve Mrs. TIffany’s ass.”

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“Could you shut up for second, Joe?” I pressed my knee against his head, “Eat that paint, you horndog, dick head?”

“And..and that dude is grabbing her right back at her ass,” said Dirk.

“What the…? You should have said that first Dirk, go grab my baseball bat from my storehouse, and…”

“NO! She’s enjoying it. She’s smiling, and getting all cuddly…..she is the real bitch!” said Dirk surprisingly,

I don’t believe that! She was very kind, and she often dropped me at school. More than twice she gave me to treat at the cafe, I don’t want to believe my ears. Some random old black fart, with a mustache like the pubic hair (my assumption), is soiling the kind, Mrs. Tiffany.

How come a random ugly fat old fart gets a chance with the perfect, beautiful goddess, Mrs. Tiffany.

“Maybe he's just wiping some dust from her clothes, don’t startle me, Dirk. You are funny, today! “ I replied, still hoping that it’s all mistake.

“Well Now his grabbing her boobs, OMG! His fondling by all his might! You guys! You should see this yourself!” replied Dirk, all hyped up.

“Nah, that also must be the dust, his helping her out. She’s not like a slut. She’s perfect person I know it.” continued believing, that the earth is flat and not round.

“Eh, but she’s topless, and he was fondling her right boob and sucking the other!!!!!!! FUCK is that boobs authentic, at least her one boob is not even equal to my whole butt together! WOW, I’m viewing a real milf’s titties. This is divine! Thank you, god. Thank you for this wonderful meal.”

Dirk cut us loose and probably be jerking off and sullying her bushes, right now. But I really, really, TRULY, NEVER, EVER thought, out of all, Mrs. Tiffany was such a person. I tried to recollect the pieces and sought to compel my thought process. Digesting the naked, raw truth was tough.

That means that she is the real owner of the dildo and also she’s into S&M.

The stuff where girls get tied up by rope and whipped by the ass. I saw some porn thanks to Rob’s recommendation. To be honest, I don’t like that brutality. It doesn’t seem human, but nowadays porn has evolved like crazy that I won’t be amazed if there was a Darwin for porn evolution.

When I was in the middle of the deep thought, Dirk’s transmission interrupted.

“Sam! Mrs. Tiffany on the way to the bedroom. And,..and..”

“Damn, we should have made a run before-hand. So where is that old fart with her?”

“His,..his crawling up the stairs all naked on his four limbs, like a dog,” replied Dirk, creepily.

“Eh? His what?....Dirk??....Dirk?”

He cut off the line. But the shit he spouted didn’t make any sense until when both of them entered the bedroom themselves.

“What the fuck?” I said mildly.

“Are they in the bedroom? Is she naked their sam?.”, Joe asked while drooled, “...Sam?”

He kept on asking, and I continued to ignore because I could not believe my eyes. It’s as if the same shit had happened before.

When I was a kid, mom and dad always told me that a child was born by the gift from a fairy that magically placed a little infant inside, mom. After I was enlightened about sex thanks to porn, for almost six months, I thought mom cheated with a fairy behind our back. Thanks to Rob that doubt was sorted out after. There is no Santa nor a fairy, it’s your daddy, both the time.

The old, bald, ugly man with a big mustache was naked and with bare minimum ropes tied around his neck and chest. His man-titties are shaking like those earthquake resistant towers from Japan, a Toshiba infrastructure. He is drenched with sweat, and his balls were also tied up, and the end of the rope was in the hand of Mrs. Tiffany.

She raced a sexy tight bunny leather costume and even had bunny ears. She looked hot as fuck. On one arm she holds the rope’s end on the other she had a long horse riding whip. Is she the same Mrs. Tiffany what I thought? Were the kindness and shit all lies??

Although this moment is hot and not at the same time thanks to the fat old fart whose a turn-off. What we want was to stay and watch the whole thing but also wanted to run away at the same time because-

There was a pair of shotgun mounted right on the wall in her bedroom.

-to be continued