30. So saying, she went into her bedroom which was situated just at one end of the drawing room.Suddenly, I heard her call out to me “Dev, can you c...me in here for a minute? I need some help”. Innocently, I responded and entered her bedroom. It was clear that she was in the adjoining bathroom, whose door was shut and behind which I could hear the sounds of splashing water. I said “Maya didi, I am here, what do you want?” “You just wait and I will tell you” was her reply. I waited in the room. ‘Sorry,’ he whispered in her ear as she felt him wilt inside her, but with his next breath he added, ‘I’ll make it up to you,’ laughing, but the promise in his voice sending shivers down her spine. The water still spilling over them, and her knees almost too weak with lust to keep her upright, he pressed his leg between hers to keep her steady as he reached for the shower gel. She felt like a rag doll, too drunk with pleasure to resist, too deep in want and the need for gratification to do. She pushed them away and smiled."Don't be so silly, Leslie. I'm your mother. You have no secrets from me. Now put on this garter belt. Yes. Clasp it in front, then move the clasp around to the back."The lacy elastic exerted an unfamiliar light pressure on his waist, and the garters dangled against his thighs and bottom.She handed him a sheer brassiere and showed him how to fasten it in front like the garter belt and turn it around before slipping his arms through the shoulder straps."Put these. He doesn't wear women's underwear,though, if that's what you might be thinking."Charlene nodded. "Okay, well...I'll text you when I'm ready to talkabout stuff."Tamara nodded back. "I hope to hear from you soon, then. Until then,watch yourself...and don't feel too ashamed to be as cautious as youare. It may mean the difference between being yourself...and becomingsomeone else."With that, Tamara rolled her shopping cart in the opposite direction,leaving Charlene to ponder the busty woman's.