Please give it to me.Man: Not so fast, bitch. I am not letting you go until I have enough of you.Saying this, he pushed my mom onto the bed and got do...n on his knees. He spread my mom’s legs and started eating her pussy, and mom started moaning again.Mom: Ah, yes, oh fuck yeah, just like that, keep doing it.This time I could see her pussy. It was white and properly shaved like she wanted it to be ready. The man started fucking my mom slowly and kept saying how wet she was. He slowly increased. "Remarkable?" Carol asked."Size seven is a delightful size. We have a fairly substantial selection of dresses in size seven." Helen said."Oh joy!" Mark said sarcastically."Why don't we start with our pageant styles first then you can, if you don't find something there, move to our bridal or formal sections." Helen noted with a gesture of her hand."That would be great!" Carol said."MOM!" Mark said wishing she didn't sound so enthusiastic."Honey, relax! It's just being conversational." Carol said. After about 3-4 months after it all started, Auntie had to go to Bengal for Dashahra. She took leave from work for 3 weeks. She asked another kaamwali to substitute her while she was away. Her name was Kavita. She was 19 years old and was just starting to work at other people’s houses.Aunite asked her to come along with her for one-two days to understand everything properly. Manu was out, and Kavita was cooking while Auntie was sitting with me outside in the evening. I was looking at Kavita’s. "I'm truly sorry for what I put you through. I never should haveinsisted that you stay in the class. Although, I would like to offer youan invitation to come back and work with us from time to time. Havingsomeone like Sarah in the class would be very beneficial to the otherstudents."I smiled at him. It was nice to receive an apology. And despite myreticence to return, I nodded. "I would be honored," I told him. I mightno longer be a member of the class, but that didn't mean I wanted to seethe.