Her waist is thin and stomach is flat. I wish Indira were my wife and not my mother. Even when I was away from her, I called her almost everyday. My d...d treated her like a slave. Things crossed limits when dad offered my mother to his lust friends. She ran away and took shelter at the house of of one of her friends. She called me,” Your dad is bent upon selling me as a whore. He even told me to go naked before his friends”Mother was weeping. My heart wept for her. But what could I do? I was. I had a primal response to them, but they didn’t depict my concept of submission. I saw an image that jumped out at me of a woman kneeling with her legs spread. Her head is bowed and she holds her wrists in front of her. I saved it to send to Master. I continued to scroll until found a black and white print of a blindfolded woman. Her mouth is slightly open. A man is holding the tail of the blindfold in his hand and her head is tilted toward him. I saved it. I found another one of a man, fully. She is a slut and should be dressed like one." He sputters but can't come up with a reply. He staggers back to his table and falls into his chair. Rests his head in his hands. His co-workers are peppering him with questions, but all he can do is shake his head. The waiter comes over and I place our drink order. I realize that you are sitting with your knees pressed tightly together. I slide my hand under the table and tap your legs. You look at me with a plea in your eyes. I shake my. .. not so much you want to stop watching all together, but enough to make you a bit restless.I start my hands gently running my fingers along your stomach and lower chest - avoiding your "fun bits" for now. Light pressure with the fingers, but not quite enough to tickle... then I kiss you on the back of the head, maybe a few minutes later one on the exposed portion of your neck, not letting my hands wander very far up or down. I'd nibble on your ear, gently, whispering "are you enjoying.