In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. As a naive young girl, I had no idea – to me...this was still a game and the prize for winning was a sophisticated lover with some strange fetish-like tastes. I was perfectly happy to go along with his “games” if it meant I got to be with him and keep him as my own.His domination of me was subtle in its approach, so subtle that I didn’t even realise he was doing it. He explained everything I had. Since it was a working day, the whole Hall was almost empty. I could count the number of people in the hall. As it was empty, i felt it like home. I leaned back on my seat and unpinned my saree pallu and let it drop down. Thinking that its my hubby who is sitting next to me..i pulled his hand and sat close to him, semi hugging him from side pressing my side boobs on his hands.”why are you so tight. Cool down darling. Hall is empty. Be like at home” i said to him, for which he just. Then I slid from the sofa and stood over her as she stared at my hard cock.“I just want to look at you. You are so sexy, Brianna," I complimented her as she was completely naked on the couch.Then I spread her legs giving me such a magnificent view of her pussy. I positioned myself between Brianna’s legs and tenderly kissed her inner thigh working my way to her pussy. I couldn't stop looking at her. I ran my tongue up her slit and immediately she jerked. She had a fine covering of light colored. The back light of the TV allowed me to realize she was naked, and I was able to make out details of her breast, nipples and see that her pubic mound was shaved under the T-shirt.Mom had always worn T-shirts to slept in. I had seen my mother nude only once when I was a kid. We lived in a double wide trailer the bath room was down a short hallway from my bedroom next to my parents bedroom. One night I went to the bathroom. Just as I reached for the door handle my parents door opened and out.