He knew it was only amatter of time before his desire and arousal overcame his rational mind."No damn it," Tom thought. "This is not me. I am not a sl...ve, or asissy, or transvestite or whatever the hell else she is trying tomanipulate me into being. And I sure as hell do not want to suck a cock,even if it is just an imitation one. I'm just confused because I'mhorny. Once I cum I will be able to think clearly and try to find a wayout of all this." With that thought Tom committed to himself that. All the clutter was cleared and the small hall was tastefully arranged.“Thank you so much for coming. Do you want some chai? Sit sit!” she said in a bated breath, showing me to her sofa.“No, aunty, it’s fine, why take the trouble for me.” I said, like all Indians I too was taught to refuse chai- coffee when it was asked for the first time.“Arre, don’t feel shy, I was making chai for myself anyway.” She slipped into the kitchen leaving me alone in the hall.Within a few minutes, she brought two. ”I slap her leg and ask, “How would you know?”“Because it’s in her diary and the person you fucked at the party was not mom.”Without hesitation I reply, “Of course it was.”“No Dad, it wasn’t.” She opens the diary and reads a passage, “I stood silently, and nervously watched as Chris fucked her. I warned her about his tendency to be aggressive when he’s drinking, and she was okay with it. My pussy throbbed as I watched him pound her. I wanted to scream out, to let him know it wasn’t me. However,. It must have looked almost premeditated, and that idea made him almost feel regret for his wife, as though it might have seemed like he was bragging. He remembered how he felt after hearing her and Jack together, and if she felt even a fraction of that pain, it was more than a person deserved. Still, as the sounds of his and Veronica’s moans filled the hallway from the living room, he walked slowly, wanting to greet her only when the video footage was done. He waited outside the living room,.