She grabbed my neck with her hand and tightened it till I could barely breathe. Anjan was smart enough and fell to his knees and started licking and k...ssing her feet muttering, “mistress” over and over again. Janani waited till my breathing became laboured and then said, “ottha thevidiya. If either of you come before I do while I’m around, I will ensure you never ever do. Purinjithada mairu pudingi?” She slapped my face thrice, kicked Anjan away, and kicked my balls making me bend over gasping. Within a month I was taking care of each and every bit of his daily works. Making his bed coffee, ironing his clothes, polishing his shoes, giving his clothes to the laundry and almost everything. Within a short period of time, I knew all his likes and dislikes. He was completely dependent on me. He always tried to stop me from doing all these for him but I insisted.He was so happy with me that he felt like a family with me. He started to call me “Rohi” and “Dear” sometimes “Darling” too. I am. Laughing so hard she could barely speak."Open the envelope, will you?"She was nuts, I knew it. What was the point?"Mom, I know what it means. I do!" Humor me, OK?"She stifled another laugh."Just do it."I shook her off and went to get the stupid letter. I'm not going to let her see me, I was thinking, so I went straight to my room instead of back to kitchen. Flopped on my bed, ripped the envelope.There was a single sheet of paper inside. I was right. Single sheet is always the kiss-off. "We had. So a perfect life you might think but I had a burning desire to see Sheryl screwed by someone else we talked about it every time we fucked, both of us cumming when we talked abt it, but we both agreed it was only a fantasy afterwards.Our oldest son was 18 and played a lot of football, he had a tournament in Essex one weekend and another one in Cumbria the weekend after where we were expected to put up some of the opposition players in our house. So the first weekend we had vigorous sex all over.