At that time, our servantmaid’s son Mr.Venkatesh was fucking my mom in the bed room. My Dad was cleaning his dick whenever it cummed. He was a slave...to Mom. He always seen under feet of mom saying”Iam your slave maharani, I am your slave”. I heard that he was impotent, and could not fuck satisfy mom. Mom being rich family lady does not care him and always squeeze his nose and balls when ever she gets angry.I told baba khan to sit in the drawing room and went to bed room. There Mom was licking. .. reconsider ... I beg you!”“Nyet,” I answered as I walked out the door, half-regretting it due to what she just told me.Part of me would have loved to be with a girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, as I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not. They are working me well. My goodness me. I was almost impressed, but soon forgot that when Caroline started smacking her hand again. Jessica stood by the phone. “I’ll call Mum, shall I Jeff?” I again went ashen. Mum wouldn’t stop it. She would say how I was going to get just what I deserve. I panicked. I just blurted it out. “OK then. OK. Spank me.” “You mean Caroline spank you don’t you?” I looked across at Caroline, realising she would never be my girlfriend now, and conceded, “Yes, I mean. . or I will upload this to Facebook to show everyone at school what you look like."I nodded, reluctantly."Why in the fuck is your pussy so fucking big? It wasn't always like this... was it?"I tried to say something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. I was so terrified by someone knowing about my cunt size. He knelt down in front of me so his face was directly in front of my leaking pussy.He grabbed at my lips, his hands shaking and sweaty. "Holy shit, your pussy is fucking huge!"To my.