Everything in her screamed for her to say yes, but standing over her, the headmaster looked down at her with a careful, calculating eye. Slowly, she l...wered her head in despair. For just a moment, she had been just a hair’s breath away from falling into a trap of her own making. Had she tried to lie, then there was no telling how the rest of her punishment would go.“Please Sir, use the cane to punish me,” she whispered.The headmaster nodded in acknowledgement of her choice. Before he started up. I woke up at midnight and saw my mother’s blouse and the last button had accidentally opened and the bottom of her boobs was out and as I had mentioned earlier my mom has .That was the moment my love for my mom changed to lust. At first, I was afraid to touch her boobs. But in the meantime, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity also.So, I slowly inserted my hands deep until I reached the bottom end of my mom’s boobs. Now my mom’s boobs were on my upper wrist and the part of my hands was. Everything was ready. All I had to do was calm down. I wandered around the lobby for a while, looking for something to do. Finally, I realized I needed to get to Heathrow tomorrow morning. Once again, the concierge was my friend. I explained when my flight was scheduled and he recommended a cab service and offered to make the booking. I tipped him five pounds for the service and noted the time he would be here. Happily, it wasn’t some outrageous hour of the morning. Seven-thirty was at least. "Let me hold your water bottle for you." I handed her the bottle and took hold of the map. I scoured the maze of squiggly lines thinking that perhaps whatever road they were looking for was perhaps called something else by us locals. Sometimes it happened like that. Maps were never one hundred percent accurate. I really didn't want to disappoint the old lady's confidence in me so I probably took much longer than I should have. At last I was forced to admit I was stumped. I handed her back.