She had completed this routine at least a dozen times and it had become a comforting ritual before what might be a painful ordeal. However this time w...s different as every step in her preparation had been observed by a stranger. Nobody had bothered to tell Nell the woman's name or the reason for her presence. Nor would it have occurred to Nell to ask. The stranger was quality, that was clear enough. Her clothes were expensive and cut to the latest London fashions. As she raised her legs to. I was losing the ability to choose a course of action for myself.In school, I knew where I was supposed to go at any given moment. In myowners home, I had a series of tasks to do and if there were any changes,my control program directed me to the proper place.But here, in a parking lot, all I could do was freeze in place and repeatover and over in my head, "I am an appliance, I am just a householdappliance, I am a broom, I am an ashtray, I am nothing but an object...."and wait to be instructed. My mother rose on her feet once my lips touched her soft skin her arms reached backwards to hold me like a bracket. That gave me the opportunity to feel my mother's shoulders, arms and waist freely as she was moving back and forth to let me have a complete feel of her skin wherever my hands strayed. My mother had not pinned her saree against her blouse till now and as such the top of her saree faltered from her shoulders in her motions. Looking from behind I could see my mother's sexy cleavage. That was when the first cramp hit. At first, I thought it was ironicthat I would be feeling hunger pains when my entire body felt like I'djust gone a few rounds in the WWE. However, the cramping in my stomachquickly escalated into full-blown body cramp that had me screaming inpain. Without consciously doing so, I writhed and convulsed on theground with my hands desperately grasping at the air for something thatcould stop what was happening to me. On the heels of that, my entirebody started.