Not knowing what to say, I just shrugged my shoulders.To which Lori responded, “ I can visualize your little dick trying to fuck Mom’s pussy, turn... you on doesn’t?” She waited a second to let it sink in, then asked, “Answer me, you would, wouldn’t you? You are probably so horny right now that if you touched your dick it would explode thinking about my Mom.”I blurted out, “yes, yes I would…your Mom is one hot 38ish woman, thank God she is married and looks at me as just kid.”“40” Lori said. “ My. She rode him, her hips controlling the pace and her stomach seductively moving in and out. Kevin wanted to thrust, yet Shannon forced him not too, she wanted to control this. ‘Oh yes my love oh yes OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!’ She moaned aloud as she had a real intense orgasm. Kevin got her off of him and he got her up on to all fours, he positioned himself behind her and slid into her pussy. He slowly fucked her in the doggie style position, he could not believe. Without much effort he was able to locate her white legs. From the position of her legs he could make out that chachi had now turned towards Chandan chacha and was now lying on her side. Her back was now towards him. Slowly he started following her legs up. He could now see beyond her knees. He could now see her thighs. He kept on following her legs up. His heart almost jumped up his throat when he reached the end of her legs. It was completely bare. Her sari was pushed all the way up her. Maybe I was screamed out. After what seemed like a third of the watch, someone poured a bucket of cold water over my head and the women began wiping off the cream with coarse rags.I looked down at my body. It was obvious that all of my body hair was gone. It looked like at least the top layer of my skin was also gone.“The removal of hair from your body is because you have become a slave wife,” the head prostitute said. A slave wife was the lowest a woman could be in our culture. It was lower.