She probably considered herself a liberal, but she was more like a stern Puritan in my eyes, always looking down her nose at something.Anyway, I alway... became angry when I thought of my own mother. I had finally told her towards the end of 2009 that I never wanted to see or speak to her again. Through an email, of course, because I haven't been permitted to have my so-called "mother's" telephone number in years.I began to think about how much different my life might be if I had someone like. Pooja will explain the story. Read the previous parts before continuingPart 4 continued.Vivek confirmed that he is coming back to India for a short 1-week vacation. I was happy about the plan for his arrival. He came back to India as promised. I hugged and cried at the airport seeing after 3 months. Kishore gave us ample privacy by leaving us alone for most of the day.Vivek enquired about my well being. He was happy that I managed to live without him all these days. he appreciated Kishore. She was a good mother to be so diligent in such regards.Michael's next package was heavy enough to be the solid steel constraining devices and leather wear that would be so much fun to use on his mother. He hoped Santa had got the sizes right. Mom had quite a slender neck, so Michael was pretty sure that he could use his own dog's studded collar if Santa's gift wasn't right, but the rest of the all-black, slick-and-shiny slut suit with every appropriate opening for easy accommodation was. All three were shocked and Ravi secretly took a picture of her ass with his phone. Anjali quickly wore her towel and said, “Sorry,” to the room service boy. But Ravi was mesmerized and was not able to divert his attention from her ass. He realised that his friend was right that he was lucky to have a hot mom beside him.He went to the bathroom with his phone and chats with his friend Sam.Ravi: Hey, you were right about my luck with a hot mom beside me.Sam: Oh! How did you realise it?So then Ravi.