I know at this point you feel completely owned, and loving the fact I own you. Surely at this point you’re desperate to cum, but that won’t happen...yet. I keep removing strips of wax coating your chest and stomach. I try to find where it might be the most sensitive to peel from. I feel you thrust up, and I bite a little, my way of warning you not to do it. I let my fingers run down your sides, where the wax has barely reached. I dig in deep, leaving my nail marks behind in their wake. I slam. It was hot since it was summer. As my mom was overacting I became suspicious that today might be the chance and started my moves. Slowly, I moved my hand above. I could feel the bra strap within. As it was summer both of us were sweating despite the fan running. Fortunately, the fan had a repair and it helped me. I slid my hands on her bareback on the open surface. She started her drama, “This is why I told you to sleep Ajay. What are you doing? I’m your mom.”“I didn’t do much, mom.”“What? So. We all sat down at the table consisting of me, mom, dad, Roohi, and her husband Farhan. They were all talking about normal life things, while I was just listening to all that was happening and was focused on my food.I would occasionally grab a look at Roohi and wonder how beautiful her smile and eyes were. At dinner, I found out that her husband was a businessman in Dubai and he would be leaving in a week.Roohi on the other hand would be staying here. After dinner, I collected all the plates. That’ll remind her who’s the boss.”“That sounds like a winner. I’ll think I’ll join you,” proclaimed Wilson.“Me too,” added Malcolm.“Well, we can at least see if our cell phones work,” remarked Wilson, while happily thinking of what he’s going to do to his wife.The three fished their phones out of their bags and turned them on. As can be expected, they were sorely disappointed.Drew Smith looked up at Trey and Marcel, the two young Marines who, like him, had accidentally become part of this.