I tried to move away, but she reached around and grabbed me. “Where are you going” she said I did not know what to do, so I reach out with my hand...and place on her back. She was not wearing anything, so I pull back quick and then stopped. I move my hand back on to her body; it was so warm and smooth. I then slowly slid backup against her and started rubbing her shoulder. I then move my hand slowly down and wrapped it around her left breast. Her nipples started to harden as I caressed it between. I got more and more aroused thinking about his strength, his control, his power. “Spread your legs,” he said. I moved my knees apart and willed myself not to shake. He ran the tails along my swollen vulva. I was afraid I might come before I was given permission. He whipped my pussy with underhand strokes. I lifted up so he could have access to the pussy even though inside I felt like crying from the sting. The throbbing continued long after he stopped. I lifted my head up to his face even. This continued for a while.He was not ready to give up. This time when mom tried to push his hands away, he tightly grabbed mom’s hand and pulled to the front of his dhoti. Mom was trying to pull away from him. But he forcefully made mom’s hand feel his dick over the dhoti. He slowly slid his underwear a bit down and took out his dick.It was popping out of the dhoti now. It was around 7-inch and very thick. I saw a sudden shock in mom’s face. The old guy was pretty strong. Mom couldn’t free her. She never made it. Her wrist was snatched away, each arm guided through the shoulder straps of her dress until it slid away, gathering around her waist. From there, soft feline hands took over. Cindy was straightened up, arms locked firmly behind her back in his clutches. Tender fingers stroked down her midriff, easing her dress down her legs until it slipped to the floor in a puddle. The pale hands and warm lips trailing their ethereal touch proved hypnotic. Every sensation shot a signal.