I always wanted you to be proud of me, and know that I love you; I was afraid you would think of me as a...whore or something..."I never could of you ...hat way mom, I'm so proud of you. Are you ashamed of what we did mom?" No baby, she said, "I wanted to show you how much I love you, with all of me...having you inside me felt...right."I said, "It felt more than right mom, it felt perfect." We kissed as lovers and that night was filled with lovemaking of slow build-ups and fiery finishes. When. The seduction: I left my phone unlocked on the sofa to use the washroom. I had asked Manu to call from a number which I had saved with the name Bangalore Aunty. It obviously was seen by Mona. Another call was from the number named Mysore Milf.I noticed her face which was flushed once was out of the washroom. Her face turned red when I looked at my phone and then at hers. Our eyes met for a brief moment. I started praising her beauty, her acts, her dress. I kept reminding her about the love she. She needed the truth, desperately, and the truth was in his paintings, somehow she knew that.Tasha greeted her with professional warmth, taking her coat. If the gallery owner was shocked by the daring brevity of Catherine's skirt, or all the cleavage showing in the scooping neckline of her top, she didn't show it. Tasha was in her mid-forties, excellent bones, very smartly dressed in a grey tailored jacket with matching knee-length skirt. She led Catherine into a small office adorned with a. . Notice that my boots are size 16?" He then started to laugh and stood up. "Now take off my pants you little bitch. Daddy has something that needs attention that only true sluts can take care of." I unzipped his pants and grabbed and pulled them and his underwear off in one fluid motion. I blurted out "Holy shit!" I was face to crotch with 8" of thick, veiny meat, and he wasn't even fully hard! "That's right slut. Serving this piece of real man meat is now your #1 job." "OK" I.