I quickly unhooked her blouse and simultaneously lifted her sareee with petticoat and satrting putting my hand between her thighs above her hot pussy ...he was moaning with excitement and whistling shaaaahsssDuring the course of this foreplay I asked -“janu do you remeber your promise which you made in the afternoon then she unknowingly replied with “no” then I stopped rubbing her pussy and her tight breast above the red bra for showing my anger.then she realized my anger and put my hand on to. It was strange."Okay," I said. I still wasn't sure what was going on, except I knew she was trying to tell me something."So they kept telling us to love each other, and I couldn't help imagining that as including what they did, because they loved each other."I finally got it. She was telling me she'd had feelings about ... me ... for a long time."You're kidding!" I know my eyes had to be as big as plates."I knew it wasn't normal," she said. "Except that it was normal, because they were doing it. Closer inspection however revealed that it was a slave market.Semi nude women clad in beautiful traditional Arab dresses, wearing veils stood chained ready to be auctioned. At another place a similarly clad women was dancing to some Arab tune in a very seductive manner. The scenes taking place in front of me fascinated me. It seemed like something out of Arabian nights. As I started to focus my camera, strong arms grabbed me and something hit my head and I fainted. When I woke up I was wearing. To feel you in a way no daughter should ever feel her mother.It was when I was nearing twenty I figured out a way to finally, in some way, fulfill my fantasy. At that time I was studying to become a masseuse. It was in therapeutic massage, mainly for physical therapy. That was when inspiration struck me. Mom came home from work every evening tired and sore. I was sure she would have loved to get a professional massage for her sore muscles. If I did it right I could probably get her to agree to.