"You stay here and help detain my mother when she arrives. I don't care if she is my mother, I want her butt in jail." Any residual feelings Mark had ...or his domineering mother had just ended. Mark thought of her as a stranger.Rachel heard a car door slam and looked out the window. Claire Hunter had arrived. Mark stepped outside onto the porch and grabbed his mother's car keys from her hand. "I'll take those." You! How did you get here?" Claire demanded. She seemed angry her son was already. This is my first story so please bear with any grammatically mistakes. You can comment me on my ID: First let me describe about myself, I am 23 from Mumbai, height 5’10 with muscular built and 7 inch Rod. The story goes with a Hot Bombshell whom I met during my journey from Mumbai to Pune. Her name is Vishaka (name changed), age 35 with assets 34-28-36. It’s a bit long story but a hot one so I hope you will enjoy it.It just started raining when I got down from Express to Lonavala for a local. The dress had a very flirty pleated skirt, and to complete the outfit I had on a simple strand of pearls, matching dangly earrings, sheer black stockings, and 4" black pumps. My long brown hair was done up in a swirl type style, with a twist of hair coming down both sides of my face. This style of course would be very comfortable for the trip, but yet very sexy as well. As I sat down in my 1st class seat, the hem of my dress rode up a little and the lacy tops of my stockings peeked out from. Aubrielle and I are hoping to spend some time out front.”“See you then.”Things are more complicated than I expected when we get to the front room. The floor manager says we cannot work out front without permission of our trainers and some form of supervision. Florence is around, but she’s in a room watching Susan and a client.“Aubrielle, if you trust me, I have an idea for getting you some good experience.”“What’s your idea?”“I think it will be more fun for you ... well, at least more.