In the meanwhile, Raja’s head began to spin as his mother’s extremely white sensual cleavage peeked from her rather wide necked blouse. Once her s...ri was undone, she was wearing a silk half pant kind of a thing inside. It was a silk-netted garment, which revealed more than in concealed. Then, the ever vivacious and pious mother began to unbutton her blouse. Raja’s breath was caught in between as he looked at the nimble white fingers going button by button. With every button more of her. It’s taking more an more strength to maintain my composure and ignore it but eventually it stops ringing.I strip off and rub my tip up and down her glistening vulva. She tries to push back against it and impale herself on me. I pull back and slap her bottom so hard it echoes around the room. She yelps. “Not yet I’m still playing.” The phone vibrates. It’s a text message. I have a voice mail. I check the messege.“Hello ____” can you call me back please.”I call them back, the line is busy and. The cuffs didn't give an inch, andall I ended up doing was straining my shoulder a little bit when she caughtme one stroke that lashed around my hip and snapped harder than she'd intended. She let me loose then and gently applied the ointment she used to ease theoccasional welt, cooing softly in her concern. I have to admit that I wasn'thurt that badly, but it felt so nice to have her minister the injury that Ididn't let on right away how much better I was feeling. She caught on, though, and I. She pressed her head back into the pillow and her green eyes blinked painfully through the sunlight at the ceiling. She wasn't so sure now that she wanted to wake up. Not if it meant facing the sad worrisome thoughts that were already lumbering through her heavy stupor. She turned on her side, a sense of anger growing in her chest, and once again studied her husband's methodically heaving back.A deeper fear underlay her irritability. Where was Kent last night? The question throbbed persistently.