Mom was in saree and me & b*o were in jeans and t-shirts. Mom was not comfortable in sleeping in sarees. At home either she would sleep in a nighty or...just in a blouse-petticoat. That night too she decided to sleep in blouse petticoat. As for me and b*o, we were also not comfortable in sleeping in jeans. Mom said we could sleep in our underwears if we wanted. I had no problems with it and i quickly pulled my pants down. I was in my boxers and the shape of my tool was outlined.Then it suddenly. An almost overwhelming urge to remove the phallus and reinsert it into herself."To hell with that idea!" she told herself as she slammed the safe shut.She took her tracings and went off to the library at the University of California at Berkeley.Jane spent the next several weeks between a motel room and the library. Any thought of turning the information over to the archeologist vanished as she interpreted the very first words of the book."Let no man read of these words lest woman become a slave. ." she promised.As our relationship progressed, we became more daring, often spending summer weekends wearing nothing but panties and maybe T-shirts. She was gorgeous, her full breasts swayed and her large nipples hardened. Her long blond hair was sun streaked and she liked to show off her gorgeous all over tan. We even made short trips outside in the evening, checking the mail, watering plants, etc. I loved seeing men watch her and she loved it even more when traffic slowed as they saw me in. Perhaps the biggest concern was that it was simply out of MY control. It seemed that Liam was the one in full control. Did I really agree to that? In the first few weeks, Liam was absolute in his insistence that I could not begin to go to bed until after my spanking. I could not even change into any sort of night clothes. Otherwise, he sent me back to get fully dressed again. And would then make me wait, sometimes for hours, before he would announce, in a matter of fact manner, that it was.