This was because she didn’t go on a jog for a long time. Then I told her to take painkillers. She said ok. I gave her a pian killer tablet.Then she ...ook the tablet and went to sleep. Half an hour later, I went to check on her. She was in deep sleep. I wanted fuck my mom’s pussy so badly. First I kissed her cheek to see if would wake up. She was silent and didn’t movement. Then I slowly kissed her lips and held her boobs. Still, no reaction.I lifted her nighty to her waist and saw her sexy. “Oh, God ... I’m on vacation now? Where are the twins?” I asked her.“School, silly! They don’t get vacation from that until summer!” Sarah snickered as she washed and wiped me down, even shaved my head and face.“Holy smokes, why did you do that?” I asked her now.“To make You less recognizable, stud! Can’t make it easy for the wife to find You, can we now? Besides, as much as I like Your facial hair, this is an excuse to pamper You, to wait on You hand and foot! I’m gonna love doing that this. I never should have married him, though it was my parents’ idea. Fuck arranged marriage! If I marry again, it will be because I want to marry, not because Mom and Dad want to join the fucking country club! How’s that for sucky? I was a bribe to get my parents admitted into the ranks of Beaumont society. What a low blow! They didn’t give a shit about me, but Hank actually does,” Satya said in her Mumbai accent, which made it strangely sexier when she said it than otherwise.“That’s up to you, of. But once she had the idea of acquiring a wig, the rest was easy.The result was that Jamie and Candice came to class that day looking like identical twins. The similarity was amazing."Michael, I've been changed again," she said when she noticed me standing there. "I have no compulsion to call you Master any more. But I know when you speak, I will obey." Not that you must obey?" I asked, more out of curiosity.She thought it through. "No. I will. And I will," she said. "Because at my core I cannot.