Mom closed the door after my friends left, and slide the wooden bolt into place, locking us together in this small room. Though I wanted to ask her wh...t was wrong, it felt like it was the wrong moment - and that she would tell me in her own time.Mother walked slowly up to stand directly before me - her eyes firm and looking unblinkingly into my own. Then she says something that only adds to the mysterious nature of the moment, "Do you love me honey?"Her gaze is firm and I can feel the somber. One guy was licking her cleavage, two grabbing her boobs over the blouse, one sucking her navel, and the old man was trying to pull her saree.She, on the other hand, was trying with all her might to protect her saree. But the pleasure and ecstasy she was in were affecting her strength a bit.The old man being unable to undrape her saree, immediately started unbuttoning her blouse. Down to two buttons, her cleavage became much deeper. Finally, he removed all the buttons. But she kept holding her. He was about 42, former insurance salesman, nice guy. We (he and I) hit it off. He knew I didn't leave that weekend and said he had heard of a cool place about an hour away and asked if I would like to go on saturday. Sure I said and offered to drive. (Glenn had his car also).It was just an old town, pretty cool looking early 1900, lots of shops and stuff we just walked around and talked. Not about sports(trivial to me, what do I care other than my tax dollars going to make someone else. He brought the laptop (man this is just to easy) and has nothing else besides his clothes here. I move over to the bed and start with the control routine.“I am going to hurt you tonight Mike. How much I hurt you depends on you.” I love this lie, they always believe if they cooperate I will hurt them less. I quickly bind his hands with zip ties pull him down so he is half off the bed and secure ankles to the frame. This way he has some mobility but not much, I can get him into a bent over the.