I knew this was mymanager, Jeff. How I knew, I still couldn't wrap my head around, but Iknew."Sorry, Jeff. I was just making sure the bathroom was cle...n," I lied."Well wrap it up, will ya? It's getting busy out here and your tables arestarting to get impatient." Sorry, I'm coming."I opened the door. Jeff was waiting, hand up against the wall. He was ina short sleeved shirt with clip on tie in the Bobby-Joe colours. Usually,I would find this kind of outfit ridiculous, but right now, he was. Next thing you know you start hating how youlook, even though you just spent an hour or more, with your make-up andwig getting yourself all dolled up. That's when the Jealousy kicks in,and you start wishing you could be like some of the other Gals / Guys,who really look so great, with more shapely bodies and faces that canpass with ease. Those gals get to go out dress in great looking outfits,in public anytime they want. That's when you really start getting mad atyourself for thinking you could. I undid my legs and wanted to hide the nudity from aunt if not mom, but before I could do anything, Salim, slapped me really hard and said, “Thank You bol apni maa ko saali randi ki aulaad.”Ragini.. u mean to say I am a randi…Sunaina.. sahi toh keh raha hai, tu continue rakh salim. I said “Thank You…” as I was being forced to say so.My mom gave me a smile as she looked right at me lying all naked on the floor with her favorite boyfriend impaling me with his hard cock. She knew that I was loving. My mouth was still securely gagged with that middle breast. My prick began to stir as a soft warm skin slid over it like a sheath.The Lamia began to turn me to face the other way. I could see out between the Lamia’s breasts through translucent material. Caroline was watching closely, her hand on the remote control.“You’ve been devoured, Nick. Now she’ll wrap you securely.”Securely? I was already helpless, gagged, my prick sheathed, my body confined and at Caroline’s mercy.She held up the remote.