A few minutes later, Carl continued his walk around the blockand returned home with Mama.Carl continued the housework that Mama was doing before all t...ishappened. While he was working, Mama found her doggie bed and laid downupon it. She was too well trained to ever consider sitting on thefurniture. Even when Carl had decided to take a break to watch one ofthe soap operas his mother used to love. Mama laid down on the floor byCarl's feet. Carl started to pet Mama's head as she laid by him. . Her name was Savita. As I was the only one in the apartment for a month as there wasn’t much work to do.The housemaid used to come late in the evening around 7-8 pm after completing all her other works. I used to be back home by that time and would be relaxing mostly. I don’t know if it was my sexual frustration or being alone with her as she worked, I slowly started having some naughty thoughts for her.Unknowingly, I started being very friendly towards the maid, talking to her while she. 00 PM The day came, I reached the coffee shop 5 minutes earlier and through the glass door I saw a girl coming in TVS scooty she seems to be familiar to me but I have not spoken to her, She introduced me as Meena , she was 5 foot 6 inches medium complexion and breast was fitting correctly in her body, she was wearing a chudidar that day I was finding a chance to suck and to bit the nipple, we spent around 2 hours in the coffee shop whenever she was talking to the coffee boy I tried to took at. “What should I wait for, Missus Thompson? Should I wait for you to heap more abuse upon my fiancé or on me?”She recoiled like I had struck her. “Paul, don’t treat me this way! I’m your mother.”“Missus Thompson, I have no mother. My mother is a bitch who is dead to me. I am an orphan. I will make a life with Melissa without a family.” Again, I turned to go.She was now crying. My brother and sister were crying. My father had tears flowing down his cheeks. “Paul, please hear us out.”“What, Mister.