So far I had only seen his cock with the skin covering it and did not really know what was hidden under the skin and looked more closely as mother car...fully pulled his skin back and I saw it full of white pasty stuff under skin, mother cleaned the round head and rinsed him down completely.Now I noticed that Raju cock was looking bigger not just hanging down. Mother gave him a small towel to dry and told him she (mother) does not have time to bathe him daily and that Anny here will take mother. . show up at the agreed upon address, let myself in, strip, and wait as appropriate "As appropriate" had never made much sense to me. I hadn't taken her for being a form oriented domme, expecting me be to kneeling in supplication, palms up or hands behind my back, prefacing any and all responses with "Yes, Mistress." I am a bottom, fairly dominant in my life, desiring experiences of erotic sensation, most all forms, sensuality to pretty severe, a penchant for predicaments, with basic safe,. In fact, the entire scene was perplexing, because he seemed to be in greater pristine 3D than real life. But then I realized that I had only seen Santa’s helpers. I felt like a very shy young girl around him. Maybe, I was more than timid, because I felt like there was a fist down my throat, and my belly had tightened as my heart began to thump in my chest. And then I almost got panicky when a thought crossed my mind that maybe I was going to be chastised for my naughty thoughts about Mr. and. Had she forgotten to eat? Had she emptied that cereal bowl yesterday or the day before? She couldn’t remember. OK. She’d eat. She passed the fireplace en route to the kitchen and flicked her cigarette butt into the ashes. Little bits of charred lace of the coverlet from the bed were still visible. If she could have found a way to set fire to the mattress without damaging the rest of the apartment or her building she would have burned that, too. It’s not like she could ever sleep there again…not.