Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘What a bitch she was,’ I thought to myself.Kavita came back a minute later as they al... prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nothing had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revealing black dress, that hugged her figure. “Yeah? Does that excite you? You like the way your otherwise unimpressive and uptight mother can manage to say the word cawwwk properly? Hmm?”Aww crap, most definitely I did.“Damn,” I admitted.“Mhmm… cock… you like that, sweetheart?”I did.“You’re not unimpressive at all, by the way,” I managed to tell her. Seemed fair enough to offer. Since we’re talking absolute truths here.“I know that. But my son doesn’t seem to think I’ve got a fair grasp of the English language.”I had to barter a little. I eased back on my stool for a moment, and came to a decision. I needed to say something to this guy. I drained my cup and set it in the tub under the counter.I saw Billy reach up and lay his had on the guys shoulder. The guy nodded. Billy and his family started filing out the door, and I got up and went towards the guy. When the door closed, he just sagged. Like he wasn't there any more.I stopped behind the stool next to him, and said, "That was a good thing you done." He straitened up a. Make sure you use them. I'm sick of having to wash all the cum off this fucking place after you lot have been in!” He chuckled as he left the room. No sooner had Franklin put his eye to the hole when the door in the other room burst open and he saw Brooke, his beautiful busty step-daughter being dragged in by two men. A pillowcase was over her head and her hands were fastened with some cord. She was pushed face down onto the sofa making her short dress ride up her tanned legs. Franklin’s.