A minute or so later, she dropped the paper on his desk and stood up, straightened her perfectly ironed jacket and walked slowly towards Joe. He stood...as still as the statue of Liberty. Joe snuck a look at her chest down to her thighs, absolutely enticing.Not even making as much as a flinch…or a blink, he maintained calm composure.Madam walked straight to him and stood just before him. He could smell her fragrance, Expensive perfume, he thought to himself. She was not quite tall, but in her. In order to calm her husband, Mary said, “Allen, go ahead and go home. I need to get a shower and I’ll get a cab home. I’ll see you soon, go ahead baby.” Theo said, “No, that’s not the plan. You are my white whore, you are going to fuck all the black men I will bring to you. Say good bye to your husband.” Mary, crying, said, “No, the plan was to have black men show up for a gang bang for my husband to watch. I need to clean up and go home.” Theo smiled and said, “No whore, you’re mine,. I give my mobile # to her and asked her to call me on Saturday so that we can discuss the issue.Jyothi had to resign her job due to some family issue and left for her home town. Neha called on the following Saturday morning and wanted to discuss with me her problems. I asked her to come to my house as there is nobody at home and that we can discuss the problems without any disturbance. She came to my house at 11 AM. As soon as she entered my house, she looked around and found that all things. But isn’t she a woman? How should we worship a woman? Yes, absolutely. We must worship her by satisfying her. Today I am penning down my experience with my mother. Rather, it is the first chapter of how I start thinking about her sexually. It was a hot sultry day. No one was there in the house. I, like any other middle class late teenage boy was watching porn on my laptop. My dad was an officer in the Indian defense Forces and used to stay mostly with the regiment, away from home. It somehow.