I accepted to what he said and started helping her mom.While working we too are sweating badly and that day she wore a blue colour saree with a matchi...g blouse and the sweat running over her boobs are clearly visible to my eyes as she wiped the sweat with her pallu in between I never missed the chance to take a glance.I am getting horny and I had a boner in my pants which I tried to hide it from her.She was observing the deeds of mine but pretending as if she was unaware of the things happening. Arnav: Well, I almost did. But Sonakshi suddenly looked at me, and there was no way I could feel her mother’s ass when she was looking.Meghna: So what are you going to do the next time we meet? I always wish to be spanked on my butt.Arnav: Well, since you have told, I am going to spank your butt so hard, the redness in your creamy ass cheeks would take a month to go.Meghna sends a picture of her ass in just a red thong.Meghna: What do you have to say about this?Arnav: Oh fuck! I cannot believe. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dim light inside, but when the picture finally came into focus, she was greeted with another shock.Her son Larry was in the study. The boy must have gotten hold of the key and let himself in. He was not alone. The widow, Jill, who lived across the street was with him. The two of them were naked and lying on the carpet in front of the desk. They were not sleeping.Janice did nothing rash. She just knelt there, watching and listening to everything that. For an hour each week, she was freed from her identity and reputation, freed from social expectations. This freedom was attained through anonymity and, paradoxically, slavery. When equally anonymous strangers commanded her to do something degrading, it wasn't her fault; she had to obey, or she would be punished. Although she had to go along with every reasonable demand made by a total stranger, it didn't necessarily mean that she enjoyed doing each individual thing they made her do. A lot of.