.. well, I was ill, OK. It was a fair way through the afternoon before I crawled out of bed, at last, started to get stuff together. Like food and cof...ee as an immediate priority, simultaneously logging into the network more from force of habit than any actual desire to connect with the world.And maybe I should have resisted the impulse, I thought, as the kettle boiled neglected and eggs burnt into the pan ... while I looked at the few new e-mails I'd picked up, some incomprehensibly cheerful. Mom tried to hold on to it but in vain. The whole saree got unwrapped as I pulled. By now mom must have come to her senses as she madly tried to keep the saree on. Before we both could realise, her faithful saree separated from her body and mom was left only her blouse and petticoat. My lust has overcome my 'sonly' insticts as I kept enjoying my mother's situation as every man in India's dream to see a woman in her underwear. Mom started crying by now as I lunged on to her to pull her towards. I had just watched my wife of two years take another man into our room, right in front of me. I wanted to say something, anything. I wanted to scream, to yell, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you, stupid bitch?” But my shock had momentarily deprived me of the ability to speak. I could only stare uncomprehendingly at the door to our bedroom with my heart pounding and my throat constricting.Susan’s voice became loud… her cries of lust were easily heard through the door. “Oh, OH… MY GOD…. Had an office out of his home for weekend surgery visits. I was a little nervous. An efficient looking nurse answered the door. The house was very grand and had large grounds. We were taken to what certainly looked and felt like a Dr.'s office but a much nicer Dr.'s office than I had ever been in. I felt very out of place. Mr. Savage seemed right at home. Mr. Savage sat down but I was lead into a very large examination room with the table in the center of the room. The nurse handed me a gown.