You can hold me up any time.” That got some laughter from the girls and brought her around. She looked at them sharply and then looked back at me. �...�What do you even use a stretch routine like that for?” she asked, trying to cover what she’d said.“Ballet,” I told her without thinking. FUCK! Why did I say that. “Fuck, my mouth,” I said in horror. FUCK! Why would I say THAT in a room with Lana Powers of all fucking people?!!?“Me first,” one of the JV girls said brightly and they were all. I bite down hard on my lip as the belt lands on my ass. CRACK! I moan into the pillow. You unwrap the belt, trace it along my back, over my shoulder, you reach under me tearing the buttons from my dress, exposing my breasts; my nipples harden as you touch them. You wind your belt over my shoulder and under me, running between my breasts teasing each nipple with a little flick of the end of it. You wind it around me again, this time taking it around my neck, tightening it. You tug at the belt. There was definitely some kind of lust in her subconscious mind. Well, Freud was not completely wrong and he was also not an idiot. Parvati was very beautiful behind the curtain of her modesty and pleasant behavior. His ego was boosted on the thought that she was his own mother and he loves her a lot. Being the single child he was the apple of her eyes. He liked her more when she is busy in her work absent mindedly.‘Hi, Mom!’ He greeted her by hugging her from behind.Parvati got startled on his. I did think the speech he made, expressing his hopes that one day no child should have to grow up motherless as he did, quite touching, and I am sure the display of emotion on his poor father’s face moved everyone that saw it.After the opening his majesty gave a ball at the palace. I was delighted when he asked me for the first dance.“I see you’ve given up tight lacing,” he remarked.“Yes, my brother prevailed upon Mamma. He said it was out of fashion at court.”“Well, I’m certainly trying to.