Getting off the bed, he reaches in the dresser on the right side of the room and pulls out a latex hood. “Have you ever used one of these before?”...“No and I don’t think I am interested in experimenting with one, Sam said.” “I will let you know what you are interested in, do not turn into a shy catholic school girl, I know you are a dirty slut at heart” as he spoke his last word he walked over to Sam and placed the hood over her head. Terrified, Samantha tried to regain her composure; Samantha. It had been less than 12 hours ago. I had switched on the computer, but with no intention of sending any e-mails. Even though I was enjoying my control over my mother, I had no intention of hurting her… she was my mother and I loved her as a son. The ten minutes seemed to last an eternity at the thought of what I would be doing with my mother. The clock in the bottom of the screen seemed frozen at times… 6, 7, 8… ‘knock…knock’. I jumped… Mum was early…I smiled…must be eager to feel my hard cock. To complete the look, a had put on a lot of matching jewelry. I looked nothing less than an Indian princess. And there I was, waiting for my to be husband to enter the wedding venue. I was sitting all by myself in my room, while the whole family and guests were busy attending the guests. Minutes away from my wedding, and I was thinking about Miss Kate and the terrible session that I had a day before with my ex Mistress. Was she really my ex Mistress? The whole time I was worried if she would. Please send me your feedbacks on I’m 18 years old and this story is when I was 16. I think I’m the youngest gigolo from Mumbai. I’m 6.2 feet tall with a muscular body and six pack tool size 6 inches but very thick that any women will love to take…So coming to the story 2 years ago I passed my 10 th std and was admitted to a reputed college in Mumbai. I used to get an average pocket money but as you know the expenses I used to get short of money as I used to spend money on mobiles and laptops.