The table itself was quite comfortable and actually designed for massages except for one glaring exception. It had stirrups at the foot of the table, ...ust like at her gynaecologist’s office. Charlotte prayed that she would not be required to use the stirrups today. Something about the thought of lying back on the table with her legs spread and her sex exposed for Vera was quite alarming to her. To date, Vera hadn't used them on her, but Charlotte knew it was only a matter of time before she. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Finally!" The door is locked," he said. "It is designed to lock upon being closed."I waited, offering him my most annoyed look.When he next proposed his solution to my predicament, I slapped him so hard across the face that his flesh reddened and his eyes filled with tears. "How dare you!" I screamed at him.His eyes narrowed. "Very well," he said coldly, "you leave me no choice, Mademoiselle, but to telephone the police." The police? Over a hundred and fifty. Come in me honey! Tonight you are fucking your wife" mom said running her fingers though his thinning hair. That night Bob fucked my mother twice. Considering what mom had told me about his dick, that was an accomplishment. A day later mom and I were in a luxury penthouse in upscale neighborhood. I could see Bob resented me as I cut into his fucking time but mom had made it clear she won't go anywhere without me. The apartment was one of three that Bob owned in LA alone. He had two in. Phufa ji ne kafi manane ki koshish ki par wo nahi mani aur sone ka natak karne lagi mei bhi unke pas hi alag bistar par soti thi so mujhe sab kuch saaf dikhai de raha tha aur mera pehli baar aisa anubhaw tha to mujhe kafi maza aa raha tha light off yhi phir bhi kamre mei halki roshni tg kuch dikh raha tha to jab bua ji nahi mani ab phufa jii unhe pyaar kerne lage umke hothon ko kiss karne lage aur wo apne aapko churane koshish karneLagi phir phoofa ji unke upar baith gaye aur unke lips ko jor.