I had this feeling that I was being watched. I looked at the load I just put in the crotch of mom's panties. Not as big as usual I thought to myself. ...ho would be watching me? I knew mom was deep asleep. I decided to quietly go check. Down the hall and to her room. I pushed the door just enough to see in. A small light was on and I could see the mirror on mom's dresser. Thru the mirror I could mom on the bed pleasuring herself. I could not look away. She was really going at it. I watched as she. I was 23 when I was married to Satish a Manager in an Multinational Company.I have vivid memories of my bidai(send off),how much i wept about leaving my parents home.The moment I sat in the car with my husband,my journey towards a new life began or may be it had already begun.Me and my husband were sitting in the back seat while my Father in law sat in the front accompanied by the driver Anwar.As I would later find out Anwar had been with my in laws,since he was a k**,his father too worked for. I stumbled down the steps and collapsed against the bus stop sign, my stomach churning. 'I must've had too much tonight' I thought to myself. Using the sign as support I managed to get myself standing and I started to walk towards my apartment, shivering in the cold autumn night.I fumbled with the keys for a while before I managed to get the door open. I nudged the door close behind me and stumbled my way over to the couch. I barely made it over the first cushion before my legs gave out. “I’m the bailiff,” he said, he obviously didn’t have a name and anyway I really didn’t give a shit about his parents’ inattention to the niceties of societal norms.He went on to tell me that he represented the court, acting on behalf of the council, and that his fee for doing so was £100. I told him that he’d better get the council to pay it then, whereupon he insisted that I was going to pay.I stood up pretty quickly.“If you think, for one single solitary fucking second,” by this time I was.