“Why aren’t the lights on?” He laughs at me. “Just wait baby girl, lots of surprises to come.” Ok he maybe all excited about these surprises... but I need to see where I’m going. We go through the door and he tells me to stand still a minute while I hear him rattling something. Suddenly he turns around holding an oil lamp. He’s got to be k**ding me. He hands it to me as he lights another and walks into another room. He comes back with candles and matches, handing them to me and telling me to. He made me watch in the mirror as he hit me again. At some point my head just went somewhere else, where there was just sensation, and arousal and the pain and the pleasure were all mixed together and each was essential to the other. I remember looking up in his face, at that intense stern look in his eyes and realizing that he was still completely in control, even though I was no longer tied up and should have been able to move away if I wanted to. But I couldn't. And I didn't want to. I just. Ever since the fight with Jen I can’t think of anything else but of her and Naomi, holding me, tying me up, pinching and slapping me. It’s gotten so bad that I don’t dare to give myself the big O. What’s happening to me?” My whole body was shaking like a leaf by now, and I pressed my eyes shut. I couldn’t look the objects of my perverted fantasies into the face, now that they knew of it. Something warm and moist slid against my thigh, and with horror I realised that it was Jen’s pussy. The four. To be frank, I came to Goa to fuck someone but that’s not safe. But I am going to fuck my sonNayan: What, are you crazy? I think you are drunk.Po: Yeah maybe but what I said is true.Mom removed my underwear and grabbed my dick and started giving me a blowjob.Nayan: Poonam, have you gone mad? This is your son.Po: I know Nayan, are you satisfied by your husband? I am not with mine.She was talking and giving blowjob to me.Nayan: But it’s wrong.Po: Come on think about it.Mom grabbed Nayan’s hand.