There was nothing thatAnjali's father had brought to Anjali's looks. Mrs Mehta was dressed in agorgeous peach colored chiffon saree befitting her stat...re (I was sure itcost as much as my last earned salary) and once an awkward hug with Anjaliwas done, she held out her immaculately manicured hands towards me andsaid, "I am Mrs. Mehta. You must be Neha." Yes. Its very nice to meet you Mrs Mehta. Anjali speaks a lot of you," Ireplied hesitantly."In that case, you would not have a good impression. She was however very scared. Her daughter Barbara “Brandi” was 16 years old. She had light brown hair that she wore down to the middle of her back, and blue eyes like her mom. But she didn’t look 16; they looked like twenty something sisters. Sandra was 2 or 3 inches taller, but Brandi looked like a college age woman.Her daughter had won a talent contest that gave her a commercial ad for the company that did the talent contest. They wanted a new face and did not want to have to pay a known. .. no I wouldn’t. Run, I mean. Mom’s real pretty,” he said in little more than a whisper.I didn’t know what to say to that so I said nothing. “Your mom kept me prisoner for years. I feel like it’s my turn to do that to her. I’d like to make her understand as much as I can, what I went through and how it feels to know her existence is tied to how pleasing she can be.”“You will NOT kill my mom! I love her and that’s why I helped you.”“Don’t get me wrong, Paul. I’m not recovered from this shit.. Misty broke our kiss and with a devilish smile she spoke with a deep hungry moan as she began to pull at my belt “Don’t worry baby, tonight is going to be a lot of fun, let’s get these pants off and let you take a seat so that I can get you ready like only a good woman can.”The next thing I knew, I was naked and sitting back in the room chair growing to my full mast as I watch Misty make a show of her own striping. With each piece of clothing to which there were very few, I was amazed at just.