I cannot possibly believe that for all that time she did not share loving glances, tender touches, a caress of his face, or he of hers.I cannot believ... that he did not suspect that the baby was his and he asked. I can't believe that she did not play that demurely looking down shit and nod her whore head.And then there was her bastard inside of her and I don't believe for a minute that she did not allow him to touch that baby and utter words like,"It could be yours."Or him saying:"It could be. Thinking back I could feel the somewhat evil grin thatresonated from the new Lady, Mistress Ki, and how is seemed to bemirrored by each of the Ladies each time they made eye contact. That iswhere my memory stopped. There was Nothing else. Dinner, wine, questionsand now I was waking up here.That sinking feeling came over me, but only to be brushed to side by thepain I felt in my chest. Pushing the covers away i immediately noticedthat something was different; terribly different. This could not. Please." Puzzled, I looked at her as she quickly added, "Call me names. Dirty, filthy names. I'm so bad. I deserve it." The look in her eyes was desperate. Her face was so beautiful and so angelic. Her need was so real I could sense it. "You filthy cunt!" I raged. "Is this what you need, bitch? You want this fucking cock in your pussy?" She was breathing so hard I thought she might pass out. "Figures, I continued. "It's what all sluts want. Cock-hungry whores getting what they deserve," I. But slowly a pattern emerged.Taran was a hardworking man and would personally handpick the vegetables to any customer that arrive. But it happened quite a few times that whenever my mother came to him, he would be suddenly busy on his phone. Just so he could see my amma bend over to pick the veggies while he ogled her chest.He even reduced the height of the table so that she would have to bend further down. The times when he delivered the vegetables home, would always coincide with when Raja.