Half way to it she turned and came back. She handed me a piece of paper and said, "Call me. Tonight. Any time after six" and then she turned and left....he rest of the day I couldn't do anything right because my mind was not on my job, it was on that little piece of paper in my pocket. I kept taking it out and looking at it - even her handwriting was sexy. Damn Lord, why me?I got off work at five and was home by five-ten. I sat and stared at the phone for the next fifty minutes while my mind kept. Before I could grab my dhoti or kurta, someone opened the door.“I am sorry, Ashok, I wanted to come earlier, but everyone downstairs held me and started talking to me.” A voice said.It didn’t take me long to recognise the voice. She was my eldest bahu, Sneha. I froze on the mattress with my semi-hard cock in my hand. Sneha then closed the door and came near me. I couldn’t see her because the room was completely dark.“What happened, Ashok? Have you slept or what?” My bahu asked me as she came. Until now this had been a familiar catechism, where old questions and answers were repeated to reinforce a well-understood position or idea."Why do you think I chose that punishment?" asked the old lady."Well, Reverend Mother, er..." Marie was floundering."It was appropriate, was it not, that you should be punished in a way directly relevant to your sin? A glutton might be put on bread and water, one who speaks out of turn, denied the use of words, and so on. Is that not appropriate, my child?". ”It wasn’t a question, but I answered “Yes” anyway. He smiled that same smile again that was reassuring, mocking and arousing all in one. My mouth began to work without any input from any part of me that I could control and I mumbled “Can I see it?”He laughed slightly and of course knew what I meant but replied, “See what?”I was in a lust filled daze and just managed to croak, “Your cock. I just want to see it. Please. I’m only going to look.”“Follow me and we’ll go out to my car," he replied.