’Her generous heart overwhelmed him.‘Mom… you and Arun… I saw you…’She didn’t respond at first, then she froze.She turned away from him ...nd quickly shuffled some clothes in her hands.‘You saw Arun and I…doing what…’Silence.She turned towards him.‘Doing what Aravindo…what do you mean”She looked sternly at him.‘Aravindo, what do you mean?’‘I…saw you and him…on the bed…’She turned away and buried her head in the clothes she was holding.‘Riyamom…’‘No! Enough Aravind, enough!’She sat on the sofa,. Dad got to do the fire before he quickly ran the Hoover over the carpets.Then came traditional Christmas game number two – ‘fixing’ the tins of Quality Street that we were going to send home with our grandparents. None of them could manage the toffees because of their false teeth, Grandma Shaw wouldn’t eat the brown coconut ones, and Dad’s parents didn’t like the orange cremes, so they all had to come out, and be replaced by the red strawberry cremes and the purple hazelnut pralines from. “Both of you?” I asked. “Mr. Devlin, I really want to work with you, and Mr. Saxon, but…”“Look, sweetie,” he interrupted. “This is how things work in this town. You give us something, we give you something. Everybody is happy. You think Martha Dinero get where she is without sucking a few cocks? That bitch’s knees are black and blue with how many times she’s took one for the part. I know because I’ve busted a few nuts inside her ass myself, back when she was still hot.” He ran his fingers over. "You've done really well, Lea~ would you like to cum? Do you want me torub your dick with my silky glove?" She accentuated her words by runningher index finger against the underside of his cock. The sensitive fleshwas already at its boiling point, pre oozing out and slathering his ballsin lubricating fluid. He didn't even have to say anything for her to knowthat he wanted to cum. His body spoke droves where his thoughts couldbarely even put together proper sentences.Lea was frightened he would.