There was nothing left of the body.Mike Maddux was now dead. Greta told me there were few people at the wakeand funeral. Everyone thought I was a real...loser and only my closedrinking buddies showed up. They were drunk as usual and poured beer overmy casket.I listened as Greta told me everything and more. She told me that part ofthe mental conditioning included my taking direct orders only from Greta.She now controlled my entire being. I really didn't believe her though.How could I be controlled. I read my magazine for a few more minutes, then Tommy appears in the doorway and says "Mom, is it okay if I come in and talk with you for a while?" I reply "Sure Tommy, but be quiet. Your father is sleeping." He walks over to the bed and begins to sit down, but I say "Tommy stop! You will get the bed all wet! Take off the towel you have around your waist and throw it over on the chair." My son stands up facing me, then slowly pulls the towel away from him. His cock pops into view and it is. I’d masturbated while thinking about him. I didn’t know his name, but when I thought about him, I referred to him as, “Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome,” in my mind. He walked to a locker with no more than a cursory glance at me. After dialing the combination into the padlock, he opened the locker and started taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt off and I sure did like what I saw. I was going to have a great jack-off session when I got home. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome had a great body.. Zoya's light moaning still managed to escape as both women's mouth were sticked together. After what seems age's there lips departed from each other. Now Zoya's eyes were on her next target Rahul while he adore both the beautiful women in front of him. She started to unbuckle his belt. Baffled Rahul look to towards his wife who nodded her head in agreement. Meanwhile Zoya manged to unbutton his pants he gradually lifts himself up Zoya quickly removes his pants and boxers to his knees once he.