We got out and my dad carried me inside. The masseur, well I won`t say his real name(let`s call him Paul), agreed to see me. Paul was in the mid 50`s....My dad placed me on the table. I was on my back. My parents stood up besides me, and then Paul started talking with me, inquiring about the incident. A small lie of falling down in the stairs was enough. Now Paul asked my dad to turn me over and asked both my parents to sit down and wait in the next room. As they did, Paul fetched some oil. He. It all started when she was married to my mama (and became my mami) I was 18 years old then. She was the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my whole life. She was slim, fair and had long hairs till her waist. She didn’t have big boobs or big ass, nor she was sex goddess, she was just a cute looking beautiful girl.I was so much attracted seeing her in wedding saree. I was so jealous of my mama that he will get to fuck that beauty. I masturbated whole night imagining my mami and me having. A fresh stench made him dry-heave, and he dropped the can onto the table. It was full of a gelatinous, black sludge. It was impossible to say what it had once been. No, fate could not be so cruel, were all of the food stores spoiled? How long had they been here?One by one he opened the cans, and one by one they were proven unfit for consumption. After a few minutes, he had a pile of open cans, their combined stink permeating the room. There was nothing, not one scrap of edible food. He threw. ‘Oh, sorry, I’d better be going then. I hope everything goes well about your uncle. Don’t worry about these calls. I’ll see you next week.’ She jumped off the desk and headed for the door. I watched her go, or, to be more specific, I watched the way her ass undulated in her tight jeans as she walked. And then it happened. As she opened my office door she stopped, quickly glanced around to check that I was still looking and that no one else could see, and then, eyes front again but with her ass.