She called me,” Your dad is bent upon selling me as a whore. He even told me to go naked before his friends”Mother was weeping. My heart wept for ...er. But what could I do? I was making just enough to keep myself alive. If I had money, I would never let a tear come in mother’s eye! God is merciful. He knows when we human beings need his blessings. Two days later I won a lottery prize of 5 crores. It was as if my prayers had been accepted. I sent Mother a money order of Rs.20,000 and told her to. The cleavage between her tits was just as inviting. I could see her dark nipples against her milky skin. I fell in love with this goddess and wanted to fuck her. She straightened up, looked us in the eye and continued with her motivational speech. ‘Unlike Victoria Secrets we will flaunt our products. You are the living, breathing, fucking, and lovable ads for it. Everywhere you go, you will live, eat, drink and fuck our products.’ She stared at us to ascertain our responses. It would’ve taken. She said she wanted me to fuck her in the missionary position but with her legs on my shoulders. I asked where she had learned about that. She said in a magazine. She lead me to her bedroom, we got naked and she got in the bed and spread her legs wide. I could see my cum leaking out of her. Not one to tell a woman with her legs open for me no I got on her bed, got between her legs, put them on my shoulders and sank my cock deep into her pussy. She felt tighter than earlier. I pounded and fucked. The tone was submissive, and he'd never stoop tocalling anyone Sir anything. I had to ignore those soft green eyes andtheir thick lashes, those pouting lips above a tapered chin, to rememberthe man sitting there."Harry, dear, please stop staring at Janice's maid. You're making thepoor girl squirm," a refined, feminine and entirely unfamiliar voicesaid. The rest of the room was focused on me: Julian, unchanged but witha slight frown; Lady Varnham, smiling wickedly and no doubt.