Look at your tits poking thru that shirt and you are not wearing a bra." She then grabbed a nipple and twisted it right thru Sal's shirt. She said to ...er "Do you like men to look at your tits?" She then told her son "Don, remove her shirt and stand her before me. We need to teach her disipline. She needs to be a lady and not a slut." Don pulled her top off and stood her before his mom. His mom grabbed both nipples and pulled on them and pinching them hard. Then she slapped each tit several. This is a story I received from Anna by e-mail. He requested me to post it. I found it quite exciting and different, and it made me horny as hell. This is the first time I am writing something and posting it on this site. I am Anna (male) staying in Mumbai. I am planning this story in many interconnected parts – depending on the response from you’ll. This story is of my own family, living in a remote village in Maharashtra. My grandfather is 50 years old and is the zamindar (landowner) of the. I just slept on the bed thinking what had I done it was just supposed to be friendship and some flirting that’s all.I waited till evening and still no reply, I made my peace and just left my phone on top and went down sat with family and spoke, came back after dinner checked my phone and she finally replied there were more then 14-15 msg I I was relived. I saw her text and she told me she never heard me speak so much and she actually felt good, she was laughing out f her brains and just didn’t. When I got to the sixth floor, the music pumping out of rooms up and down the hall was nearly painful. Country was competing with blue- eyed soul, Southern rock was prominent, and there was a smattering of a new sound, a primarily spoken type of music called rap. I got to Spencer's door and heard good old Led Zeppelin pounding out the speakers. I poked my head in and saw Spencer at his desk, and his roommate, a soft-spoken baseball player named Arlen Jones, on his back on his lofted bed, his.