" Except me."A grin broke up her sad expression. "Want a last feel?" She did the dress thing again, stripping it all the way off this time. I put a pa...m on each side of her belly and just held the warm, tight dome, thinking, "O Powers That Be, I do thank you!" I closed my eyes a moment to focus on simply feeling her wonderful swollen gut, and, in a moment, she raised her own palms, placed them on my chest, and rubbed me slowly.When my eyes snapped open, she grinned at my surprise. "Tonight? Ten. The three of us walked to my house. Meena was lying on her bed, dressed but dozing. She didn’t doze for long. Sheelan brought the rattan down across her hips and uttered a long string of what seemed to be invective in her own language. Encouraged by another stroke of the cane, Meena undressed then crying and talking in her own tongue, lay face down. Irma held her down by the shoulders and relayed Sheelan’s instructions. "If you cannot hold her down, tie her to the bed or a solid piece of. She hadn't said a word since his outburst in the elevator and was curious just what he wanted to say."Eleanor, you know I love you very much. You know I will do anything for you. I know these last few weeks have been difficult and if my research is correct, it's going to go on for some time. I've decided that you need some help and that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Roger," she finally spoke. "I know you mean well, but how can you possibly help. This is a woman's problem and we have to. Something was definitely wrong with her. I was terribly confused, struggling to piece together and make sense of what Mom was doing, what I was seeing and how I’m feeling. ‘What…?’ I stared. Mom giggled softly. She removed her hand from her clit after gently massaging it and smelled her pair of slender wet fingers. She grinned, ‘I smell so good. Fuck me, I so really need to get laid.’ Mom snorted, ‘See, being your mother, I was feeling so trapped for quite a long time. Taking care of this.