I slowly lifted my hand and now my hand was placed on her hip just touching the place where her saree was tightly bound across her smooth waist. I slo...ly slid my hand inside but and was now placed between her thin saree and the thick material of her petticoat. I was disappointed as she was not wearing a panty because panties are something that turn me on especially when i see the outline of the panty when women bend or when they walk wearing tight clothes. However, I kept my hand there for some. “Bend over the bed.” Moving around the side I go to the foot of the bed and bend over it. “Spread your legs Dixie.” Biting my lip I do as I'm told. I can feel his eyes on my ass and my eyes dart to the belt I had put on the bed earlier. As if reading my mind his hand reaches out and grabs it. Without missing a beat he brings the belt down on my bare ass. While it stings slightly, it also turns me on. It isn’t long until my pussy is dripping wet, my thighs covered in my juices, and my ass is no. Her breasts were smaller than I'd imagined but also much firmer; her waist was slim and her stomach taut; my eyes were drawn to the neatly trimmed red triangle pointing to her sex.My eyes were working so hard that my brain had nothing left for other basics like speech, face control or even balance as I nearly fell over."Are you going to just stand there all night and just look?" She grinned.I just about managed a nod. "You are so beautiful." I eventually managed to whisper.She held her arms out. “There’s one for me!” she yelled excitedly. “I’ve got a letter.”It was her sheer excitement at such a mundane thing that made me realise she’d probably never even had a letter before.“Look, Michael, it’s got my name on it.”“Why don’t you open it, mum?”She did, like a child opening a Christmas present, she read it and then showed it to me.“Is this a windup?”It was from a major British film producer asking mum for a meet with a view to making a film of her life story.“Don’t think so mum,” I said..