Thank GodI only have to do it once or twice a year. But when I go, it seems as if theuniverse itself conspires against me to make me miserable.So this...past year, I was in the store with my mom picking out trousers, and Igot six or seven to try on. I entered the fitting-room and tried them on,selected a few, and handed them back to my mother. Then I got several shirtsand some underwear and socks. I even got a new pair of trainers. I hate goingshopping for clothes, but when I do I get everything. I wonder what was she thinking. Maybe, she was guilty that she was cheating her husband. I don’t know. I removed her complete saree and now she was in her blouse and her petticoat. I played with her hairs, kissing and fondling her at the same time but nothing such sort of this worked. It was killing my excitement, I decided to undress her anyway. I removed her blouse and her petticoat, now she was in a bra and a panty. Her breasts were well developed, both perky and smooth. I started pressing. “You better believe I am and you better get your ass ready too. You’re gonna come to town this next week to see me if you want some more of my pussy. I’ll even let you fuck my sister, Karen, if you promise to let me have that cock any time I want it.”“I’ll have your name tattooed on it, if that’s what it takes, Dusty told her.“I don’t want my name on it, I want my mouth and my pussy on it as often and as long as we both can stand it.”“Then we got a deal, Debra. Billie, I hope you and Rick are. Mistress says my ass is, too, but ... well, who am I to disagree with my Mistress...Anyway, the world isn't perfect and even that moment of perfection in this kitchen on this particular Friday afternoon came to a somewhat abrupt end when I was moaning and crying and pushing the table with Bella on it across the floor as an orgasm rushed through my body. One other thing was perfect too, though. Mistress's timing.I was still riding the waves of pleasure and lust as she appeared in the doorway,.