“First time, huh?” she asked.He didn’t answer, just nodded and pushed the thick-lensed glasses up his nose with a single finger, like he was rea...y to take notes. A goofy smile on his chubby cheeks.Mandi was starting to fill in the blanks about Taxman. He seemed to be what locals called, simple folk. She obliged his attentiveness and decided to give him a lesson.She scooted slightly and let Taxman get closer so that Jethro’s growing shaft acted as a dividing line between them. Another sizzling. My hands, cuffedbehind my back, made me sit upright, thrusting my double D breastsforward, and I had no illusions about the meaning of "take care of you."I was scared, and the tears ran down my face, but my clit was painfullytrying to bust out of its plastic confinement. I clearly enjoyed beingscared, humiliated, bound and gagged, completely in stranger's control...I wanted this! I just hoped it would not turn ugly...I was lost in my thoughts when the driver door opened, making me jumpand moan. As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone 'Happy Birthday.'I thought ... well, that's marriage for you, but the kids ... they will remember.My kids came bouncing down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office I felt pretty low and somewhat dejected.As I walked into my office, my handsome boss, Rick, said, 'Good morning, lady, and by the way Happy Birthday!' It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.I worked until one o'clock, when. I was about to do that,” I said and I kissed her cheeks then her forehead.Time passed. We had dinner. As usual, dad called and said he’d be late. Mom was in her room, the door was open. I was on my way to my room. “Rahul, come in,” she shouted. I went in and asked why did she call me.“Can you sleep with me tonight. I feel lonely without your dad. I would like to spend some time with you. What do you say?” she asked. I was looking at her beauty in her black baby doll dress that only covered up.