I started to worry. It was now 2:15 am and I then called her again. Fortunately, she picked up my call and started shouting asking why I was disturbin... her. I was surprised by her response.She said that she was with uncle and would come home in the morning. Before I could ask anything else, she hung up the call. I could not sleep the whole night thinking about her.In the morning, she arrived at 9 am in a cab. She was in a salwar kameez without a dupatta. Her hair was open and the kajal in her. She kept touching it, like she wanted to open it, then hesitated and lowered her hands. People murmured in the hallway. There were other people watching, the samurai who was sent to fetch the priests, others in kimonos kneeling along the hallway, their faces tense.“FUTANARI!” bellowed the tentacle monster.Sayuri gasped from inside the room. It sounded full of pleasure. Chris shivered, remembering the tentacle monster's touch. Sayuri began singing again, her voice throaty. Chris frowned. What is. And from now until you leave this house, you will address us as 'Yes, madam.' Is that understood!" I guess so." I replied.I felt five quick stinging spanks on my naked upturned bottom. "Is that how you are suppose to address me?" She asked.I rethought my reply and said, "No, madam." That's better." She said. "Those first five won't count. Now get ready for your spanking." Yes, madam." Then my spanking started. My spanking from her was a combination of pain and pleasure. After a few. She knew that a few of the women at the motel would willingly fuck him. They had told her a few times how cute he was.And one of them had told her when he turned 16 very soon she wanted to give him a very special present.Carol still ran her hands lovingly over his shoulders and lower back. Her mind was now racing how could she really make him feel happy and most importantly how could she show him what love really was.For the first time in her life she wished she was not his mother then it would.