She too could not face her son directly. She straightaway went to her room. As she was changing a thought struck her. She called out Ravi and asked hi... to be ready as she had some shopping to do.Ravi eagerly accepted the invitation. He wanted an outing in the cool breeze. He changed and was ready in five minutes. Mala walked down wearing a simple cotton sari. She was looking simple and radiant. Ravi watched her face. He was visualizing how he could change its look if given a chance. He was. She smiled down at him; “Such a pleasure, see you soon!” she declared picking up her discarded clothing tossing her red lacy thong onto his spent, abused cock before turning and walking away.He struggled to untangle his hand from the tether and all at once knew he wouldn’t be free of all his bonds before she left. “Please stop” he called and she paused at the door to his bedroom before turning back.“Yes?” she asked with a broad smile.“Please, who are you’ what’s your name?” he begged.She tilted. ” “No,” Father insisted, “tell her we’re sorry, but she still has to finish. Give her water for the cramps.” The assistant bustled off, leaving Father alone with me. “You’re rumored to be quite the hedonist, Lucilla,” Father said, still watching the debauchery below with a studious expression, “tell me, what would you change?” “I… uh…” I started, “…I’m not sure what you’re implying.” “You have a reputation of getting drunk, using narcotics, and engaging in rampant sexual activity,” Father said. I think she enjoyed seeing the bulge growing in my pants too, because she laughed again and leaned over and touched my hardening cock. At her touch, it twitched and longed to break out of its restraint. She reached her long fingers under my shorts and reached in to my cock, scratching it with her fingernails. Then with one motion, she released my shaft and it sat straight up, ready for action. She was ready too. She got down on her knees in front of me and pushing my legs apart took me in.