Chris sat down finally processing everything. His eyes started to tear up and he pulled out the phone.Before he could stop himself he was dialling Jac...b's number. He hesitated before pressing the call button, his finger hovering over it.He sat that way contemplating for what felt like an eternity.He wanted to say sorry; he wanted Jacob to be okay and most of all he wanted to go home.Suddenly a little diva in Chris head stopped him. He turned the phone off and put it on the table. " Jacob has to. He did so, ever so politely. I just stared at him, so small at my feet. "Thank you, Mistress Margot, for making this easier," he said in his little voice. "Kiss Wendy thank you, baby," I said as though to a c***d receiving a toy. As if he knew exactly as I meant, he leaned up and kissed Wendy on her clitoris. Wendy reached and grabbed him by the back of his head as if she were going to get eaten. I snapped the riding crop on the back of her hand. "Don't you ever touch him. But in the middle half only I found Mom’s saree removed and was lying from the door opening of terrace to the middle way of stairs. When reached near the door found her blouse grounded with 2-3 hooks separated from it. Hide myself behind the large drum to get the view of them in the sunlight. Saheb was sitting on the swing (zoola) with a cotton bed on it and 2 side round pillows near the handle.I couldn’t see Mom as she was sitting in his legs and her face between her thighs. I just ran near. She turned around and glared at him. "You! You're the little boy who spieson me every day, aren't you?" Terry was so bedazzled that he could onlynod yes. "What do you want?" she asked."I'm sorry to bother you, but you dropped this back there. I couldn't letyou lose something so beautiful." He held out his hand, the choker in hispalm. She was in fact gorgeous.She looked down at him. He was very cute, in a little boy way, shethought. He wasn't like most young men and older boys who approached.