I was unable to control myself. I wanted to get freshen up. One evening, mom went for bathing, as usual I rushed to the firewood storeroom and started...peeping. I enjoyed the mom’s body inch by inch and I came out. When I was just stepping out from the room, shockingly I stood stun! Oh my god… Sunitha was watching me with killing anger in her eyes. She came there for picking fire woods and to my bad luck coincidentally she saw me entering in to the room. With curiosity she was waiting outside. I gasped again and gripped the pillow. He began to flex himself somehow. I can't imagine what muscles he used, but I could feel him moving all the way deep inside. He squeezed my hips as he flexed. I lost track of time as those small, subtle movements brought me right to the edge.I tried to increase the stimulation by squeezing him back, using my own muscles to draw him in more fully. He finally stopped moving and held himself still. We were both completely focused on the sensations. When the. He obviously found them sexy as she could seehim enjoying the feel of rubbing his calves together. It was as if he nowhad a new skin, smoother than his own and somehow tingling. She wonderedhow those calves would feel wrapped around her neck with his shiny heelsthrumming her back.Threaded under his briefs were the suspender straps holding up hisstockings. She liked him wearing a suspender belt. He told her that as hewalked the straps moved against his thighs so he was always aware of them.Not. The Inquisitors weren't cruel. But they were skilled demonologists, and utterly merciless. Honestly, he preferred the random beatings. But even they were preferable to the Oracle, with her eyes filled with the radiance of Afodisia. Eyes that seemed to see right into the scarred pit that had once held his soul. Her questions were troubling. When she even asked questions. Her statements and her silences were even worse. Even her blood, sweet as it had been, held an aftertaste that he hadn't cared.