Please forgive me. I did not what just happened to me. Please don’t tell anything to my parents!I kept apologizing for 5 minutes. I was just looking...down as I didn’t have the courage to look in her eyes. After 5 minutes, she asked me to stop all that and sit on the sofa. I had closed my eyes by then while joining my hands to ask for forgiveness.But after a moment and all of a sudden, I felt a touch in my pant! I opened my eyes to see it was Aambika didi’s hand which she had placed on my thigh.. If I resisted her advances, she would get Hazel to help hold me down on the floor as she pulled my up the back of my dress and gave me a spanking until I agreed to cooperate. It was humiliating for a young boy to be fondled by an older girl as he was being kissed and told he was a weak little girl who had to obey her boyfriend. Once, when I was twelve, my mother and Mrs. Morgan caught Patricia and Hazel spanking my pantied bottom while holding me down on the living room sofa. My mother only. Now ... that’s a nightie! You wore that to bed last night? If so, who fucked you in it?” I teased my sweet mother about her baby doll nightie as I dragged her into bed with me.“If I tell you, will that make you hornier?” Mom teased me back as she lifted her nightie and showed me the absence of panties in this case, “maybe get you to rise ... to the occasion? I woke you up for a reason, you know, and not just for breakfast.”“You want some of this, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue out at Mom and. My long hair had been tied back but I pulled it free to let my dark straight locks cascade over my shoulders. I admired myself briefly in a full length mirror and a tinge of excitement surged through me. I timidly walked to the door and down the stairs, teetering on the high heels as I tried to walk. I found Jack reclining on a vast leather sofa in his lounge. As I walked in he jumped to his feet. "Wow!" He walked to me arms outstretched and embraced me firmly. "You look incredible!" I could.