‘Mm, I’d rather not say.’ ‘What, a murderer? Or a tax collector, maybe.’ ‘Hypnotist,’ I said. ‘A hypnotist! I know you lot. Classic ch...rlatans. It only works if you believe in it! What a load of rubbish.’ ‘Yes, well. It works for me.’ ‘Rubbish!’ said one of the old men. ‘Hypnosis is rubbish.’ ‘Right. Well, as I said, it works for me.’ I stood up from my stool and went to the bathroom. The door didn’t lock properly, but it was alright. I peed and washed my hands. Just as I was about to push open. I was panting like a dog as he held his breath and continued to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could .. i moaned and whimpered through my sealed lips as my over sensitive clit jumped as he mercilessly pounded me .. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of my left hip as he pushed deep inside me and growled through gritted teeth "GRRR FUCK YOU BITCH" and i felt four long shots of boiling hot spunk fire deep into my unprotected insides ..I slowly straightend my acheing back and turned to face. It was a little dark at that time and I frisked my tool in my boxer and said where tamarind is, and hastened to kitchen. Immediately I lit the gas and put a pan on the stove and poured some oil in it. My mother in law came after few minutes and spoke from behind laughingly where do you want to paste tamarind? On the cock I replied. I immediately corrected myself realizing that what have I said and indicated towards chicken. She started helping me in cooking while remaining in kitchen. During. She would glance down the long table at me from time to time and flash me her wonderful smile. She was not worried. I relaxed and enjoyed the dinner, the conversation and the company. Well, the food was OK, anyway.We left the dinner without an invitation. I could tell she was disappointed but she refused to allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing just how much it had meant to her. That night, when she came to our bed in the hotel room, she knelt beside me rather than lying down. She was.