I hardly took 10 min. I dried myself with a towel and came out completely nude. I picked my bra and underwear to wear them but Ramesh Sir asked me not...to.He called me to his bed where he was having his breakfast. He had a plate filled with an omelet and two idle. He was having a tea with them as well. He asked me to lie on my back on the coffee table we had in the room. It was a pretty small table (A round table for two). Ramesh Sir pulled a chair and kept his plate on my stomach and continued. At times I had to beg her not worry about cleaning her bedroom and bathroom and leave them for me. Slowly she figured out that she had a most willing servant at her beck and call. A servant who would beg her to let him clean her room, clothes, shoes, toilet or whatever needed to be done and would do it with a great relish. I mean if she had to do any of these things, her servant would see it as a missed opportunity to serve her. I don’t want to miss any opportunity to serve her. She is the. 36D's. So round and so soft. They scream to be squeezed. Her breasts have this mystifing feel to them that say to me "Come an' get 'em. Ya know you want 'em". So it was no surprise that she would be in this dream of mine. We were in her bedroom. I sat on my bed with her in front of me by the door. She had this denim miniskirt with a sleeveless blue top that wonderfully accented her succulent breasts. She came closer to the bed. We started to kiss passionately on the bed. She draped. I had convinced myself that looking was okay, but that touching was out of bounds. I smeared my spit around his shaft, and then added a little more to make sure it was good and slick. Clearly jacking off my son was inappropriate, but how bad was it when you really think about it? I mean he and I touched all the time without it being a crime. Was it really so different from running my fingers through his hair, holding his hand, or giving him a nice hug? Of course it was, but I wasn't about to.