Some of the boys were peeking under the skirts of women, and I questioned if my b*****r might one day do the same at their age. My mother walked towar...s me and handed me a silver chalice to drink from. “Drink Ligia,” she told me. “It’ll help.” I asked her what it is, but there was a mysterious smile on her face. I only drank half the content but she obliged me to drink it all. The sweet tasting liquid has left me dizzy and I had become submissive of myself. The hall had now divided themselves. ?You dirty little pervert your wearing my stockings and suspenders? Dorothy cried as she made her way towards me. In a flash Dorothy sat on the sofa and pilled me over her knee.There I lay across my mother-in-laws lap being soundly spanked as my shocked mother looked on.?It?s all your fault? bellowed Mel at my still stunned mother.?Give me a hand Helena, get the bitch over my knee as well?, she roared.I could hardly believe my eyes not only were I to be spanked by my mother-in-law, but my poor. "What's your first name?" Paul said the words slowly, menacingly, almost a growl, she looked but didn't, her eyes vacant, empty, her voice now demure, subservient, "Its Kathleen."Now Paul's voice dropped to a rasping hollow growl, "Well Katie how about you being a different kind of HEAD mistress to us, lock the door."She walked to the door and locked it, "Now come here," she moved in front of him, his eyes burned in to her as his thoughts invaded her mind.The other two knew he was in her mind,. Appearance, from a "Penthouse Forum" posting:Call me Sunil. I'm a 22 year old programmer in New Jersey, USA on an H1B visafrom Bangalore, India. I live with three room mates in a 2 bedroomapartment.We are all sending money back to our parents in India, and live cheaply here.My mates say that I'm too conservative and no real fun. I spend most nightswatching American Television, mostly "reality" programs which are veryenlightening to someone who grew up poor in India, as I have.After being here,.