" And what about you?" I asked. "As Mrs. Wilman you obviously have a husband, any children?" Yes I had a husband. Richard. He died in a car crash thre... years ago." Oh I am sorry." No. Don't be. I am well over it now, and to tell the truth he was never much of a husband. I would have liked children, but in retrospect it was better this way. Richard would have been a terrible father. More interested in my money, than me." That I find hard to believe." Marilyn's face lit up with a smile."Thank. He stroked her gently, and played with her nipples, making them hard before bending to kiss them. Ankneela was transfixed, barely able to breathe. At Inklitoori’s whispered directions, the young man’s hands and lips continued to travel over her body, slowly and reverently, almost in a dance. Sometimes he would whisper back to her, and she seemed pleased with his words. This continued for some time while Ankneela watched, fascinated.But now Inklitoori paused, and turned the young man in. On two large, black, rubber wheels sat a platform above a couple of small motors. Hank flipped the contraption on, held the handles, and stepped onto the platform. “You built a moped.” He zipped around me and said, “No, it’s a balancing scooter. I built it with two DC motors, the same they use in powered wheelchairs.” “Wow.” Hank rode the machine back to the wall, parked it, and returned with something much smaller. “I took the compressor and motor out of an air hammer and made an air-gun.” I. I always had a perverted look at her.She noticed it but never asked me why. I slowly Started to play my pervert tricks on her. She used to wash clothes in the balcony I used to stand wontedly in front of her and talk to her. she used to understand my intentions but never said anything as I was the owner of the house. I used to walk across her rubbing myself to her back but she never used to say anything. I was getting hornier day by day, so I decided to take a step forward.The day has arrived.