”“Erm, can you tell me about these extras?” Terry asked. “BDSM, if you’re into that sort of thing. Or I can wear my black corset and high h...els.” Terry decided he’d better cut to the chase.“Is that just for a massage and a happy ending?”“Oh yes, honey, I’m afraid I don’t do full sex with clients, only hand relief. But I’m happy to massage you unclothed, so to speak.” Terry asked “You or me?”“Why both of us of course”.She gave a cheeky giggle, “And I let my clients touch me.” Trevor was. Just enjoy yourself. I mean ourselves, right? Let’s just do that. I swear I didn’t want to make you feel weird or anything. I know I probably got too excited, but, like, I’ve never had anyone to share ANYTHING like this with before. Even if it is just over the internet.”“No, Chuck. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to explain” she told him, temporizing. She knew he’d probably not believe her, but, on the other hand, maybe she’d acted so weird that he might. But did she dare tell him the truth? It’s. This bit of carelessness almost cost me my life.I had not given my latest victim enough credit. He managed to twist around and point his rifle at my general direction. He actually got off a shot, but he missed. Nevertheless, I was awakened from my false sense of superiority and shot him in his right shoulder. Of course, I could have just as easily killed him, but that was not a part of my plan. Just to be on the safe side, I shot him in the left shoulder, too. Now there was no way that he could. Karthik asked her how she knows. Devaki replied, if I were her, I would not leave you till you say yes to marry me. Saying: so she gave her son a wink and laughed aloud. This comment gave Karthik a hard-on and since then he started looking at his mother in a different way.Of course, there was no change in the love he had for her. But it no longer was a son’s love; it was a lover’s love. Every night Karthik started to fantasize his mother before he slipped to sleep. He would masturbate imagining.