"That's it my sweet, control that gag reflex," she cooed into my ear."You'll need the training." As I silently choked I wondered what thehell she mean.... But the taste of rubber in my mouth, the tickling at theback of my throat and the tremendous strain on my arms, as well as thetightness of the corset, the silkiness of the stockings and thepunishment of the heels soon took my mind off the question. So I kneltthere helpless trying to control my gag reflex, what else could I do.I was dragged to. "But," said the older man as the girl screwed a wide golden ring from her forefinger and handed it to him. She undid her pearl necklace and dropped it on the table and then worked her ear bobs free."There," she said, pushing the small pile at the glowering man and ignoring his simmering son."That's hardly all," the younger man said loudly, reaching out to grab the front of the blonde girl's dress. He tore the fancy stomacher loose with several popping sounds, and the girl stood, knocking over. “Lakshmi…I don’t know whether this is right or wrong.” He blurted out as he came near me. He hugged me tight and lifted me up walking towards the bed. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck due to my excitement and shyness. “Lakshmi…Lakshmi….” he kept whispering my mom’s name every minute as he started making love to me. I remained silent but I was breathing heavily. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight that was flooding in. I could see his shadow as he stripped off. One thing about Catherine, she sure had good taste on clothing, although as I said before she did prefer the older styles for herself. This fed my ego and I basked in the attention I was receiving. Marlene herself looked quite different in a silver evening dress; I'd only seen her wearing high necked blouses or dresses before, whereas now what she was wearing seemed to emphasize her breasts. The dress was low cut and her tits were like two nice globes resting in their cups, obviously well.