Then he looked at me and I blushed deeply."And just what have you done?"I looked at dad, this was the moment of truth. I lifted my tee shirt. "I can't...get it undone and I need to get it off." I can see your problem, indeed, why didn't you loosen the ties at the back, it would come off quite easy then?" I didn't want anyone to know that I had tried it on, Please Dad, please don't tell." Alright, but it would be much easier to undo the laces first." Dad, no, just the catches. Please, I don't want. As it was full moon I was shocked to see ample light giving me a clear view of my mother’s smallish breasts with dark and pointing nipples which I am seeing for the first time since I was a baby.With her left hand she untied her petty coat to let it fall to the floor. It was shocking to see a woman’s vagina which I only studied theoritically in my biology. Those hair covered ‘V’ with a partition seperating my mother’s pussy lips messemerised me and made me forget the biting cold. She sat. It reeked of "trying too hard." I suppose given herorphan background, which I still knew nothing about, she might be tryingtoo hard to impress the professor. About halfway through the semestershe sent an email to Mark detailing her life story and furtherchristening her innocent Miss Blank Slate.She had never known her parents. Each of her three foster families hadbeen one of those overly religious ones that took in too many kids toreally pay individual attention to a single child, so she felt. Ashley sighed, but got on her knees and crawled over, " I have never done this before." Don't worry, practice makes perfect. By the time I am done with you, your will be a great pussy pleaser," I said politely."Done with me?" Ashley said scared."Yes. You will be eating pussy every day. Mine, my friends," I explained."I..." Ashley began."Don't you understand, there is no middle ground. Either you walk out of this office right now and lose your scholarship, or you submit to being my personal.