“I knew it” she said triumphantly. “Right my lad, go to the wall and stand there until I am ready to deal with you.” “Please Mum” Ryan...tried. “No Ryan. Taking the cake was one thing, but you denied it was you. That’s lying isn’t it?” Ryan knew he had been caught out and had exacerbated his crime. He bowed his head. “Face the wall and take down your trousers and pants. Hands on your head. Now” she said forcefully before adding “Sally and Karen will be here in a couple of hours. I fantasize about fucking her and masturbate almost every night by banging my cock to the pillow thinking that it is the Bindu madam. Bindu madam is the sex goddess. She is a single divorcee lady. I always look for opportunities to watch her boobs and waist line when she turns around. In the lab when she comes close to me to explain the experiments I enjoy every touch of her hand and every view of her assets. She caught me so many times watching at her boobs and waist. Not only I am handsome. My first thoughts were “ it’s fits her ?” And it looked nice and tight , so I walked over to her and she didn’t even look at me . “ are you ok ?” I asked them both hands went up onto my jeans “ what are you doing ? “ I whispered . And she undone my button and without asking she pulled both my jeans and my boxers down . “ you don’t have to do this “ , she grabbed hold of me with two hands and started stroking up and down , I arched my back and let out a silent groan . Then I felt as she traced. With the bar, that’s a little over 900 Kilograms or about 2,000 pounds. Would you agree that no human female who looks like me could lift a ton over her head?”Always the skeptic, I walked up to the bar, thinking that it was made of Styrofoam or something equally light weight, positioned my feet, I placed my hands in the proper place, took a deep breath and tried to jerk it off the mat. It didn’t budge, in fact, my efforts pulled me forward and I fell over the bar landing on my face.“Are you ok,.