I don't bite. Yet."And Alissa crossed the room fast, looking gorgeous in her black tube dress and heels, bending to kiss me on the cheek, crying yet a...ain."Ah-ah," I stopped her again. "Here." I took a finger to my lips.She looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust on her face."Just a peck, come on."And she kissed me lightly, then she turned around to leave, and I called her again. I asked her to stop for just one second while I called my security, and I reached for my phone. She stood right. An aged black servant answered and let me in to a small back room. The kitchen work was evidently done in the cellar during the winter. I could smell something cooking while I waited and it got my taste glands aroused. The place was very neat and very quiet.The woman turned out to be a tall, dark-eyed beauty of about my age, a really fine looking woman. She invited me into her sitting room and quickly told me what was going on, taking nervous glances out the window every few minutes. It seemed. He told Jan howreally nice she looked and how much he looked forwardto this evening. The first thing he did was to take ablack silk cloth from his jacket and proceeded toblindfold her. He asked her if she was afraid to whichshe answered yes. He told her to relax and that nothingwould happen to her that she did not wish to havehappen. He asked her if she understood and did she wishto continue. She said she understood, but although shedid not really want to continue, she would. He thentold her to. I am the only son to my parents. Father is running a grocery shop, small one. He is managing our lower middle class family somehow. The incidence happened when I was 22 and was in college doing my graduation. I am average looking young guy with slim body & average height. This story is about me & my mom. Mom was 44 then. She is small in height, slim, average looking & not very fair. She looks like a perfect Bengali house lady.The biggest treasure she has her long, thick, black & dense hairs.