"Okay, thank you. I might just go lie back down for a few minutes. Make sure Monica gets up in time to eat okay?" Sure."Standing there waiting for pan...akes to cook was not what I felt like doing, but somehow I'd ended up stuck with it anyway. I was tempted to only make enough for Monica and me right now and leave the rest of the batter until later since I didn't expect mom back any time soon. The only thing was I really had no idea how well it would keep.Fortunately my sister did show up before. Another strand slipped around her slender ankle, gently holding her in it's unyielding grip. More tendrils wrapped her arms and legs, lifting her off her feet to bob at the end of their tethering grasp. Vines reached upwards, slipping over her skin in smooth waves, massaging and touching endlessly. Her rosy tipped breasts were stroked, small fronds curving to the shape of the firm globes to squeeze and adore. Her nipples were pulled and tweaked, twisted gently by tiny extensions of the plants. He said nothing but just smiled shyly, all the while not daring to look at the client.“Remove my Jacket and shirt, my dear.” The client requested. He nodded and proceeded to take off the blue jacket and white business shirt. He looked at the torso and rock-hard abs of the Client’s body and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of urge to touch the body. “Lick my nipples” the client said. He got on to his knees on the ground, unsure what to do. Sensing his hesitation, the client pulled his head. He was puzzled to see her holding a glass of milk in her hand and the way she had tucked her sari so tightly. Sitting by myside on the sofa Shobha lifted the glass of milk to mymouth and Rahul gulped it down. It was when mymother lifted the loose end of her sari to wipe mymouth that he saw for the first time that she was wearing a sleeveless blouse and tmyaroused him instantly and he gaped at her.Looking at him gaping, Shobha asked 'happy?' 'I am delighted' replied Rahul trying to hug.