At least I would feel Mother’s love as she brought me to climax.Her fingers deftly worked my clit, and her head descended to my breast so she could ...uck on my nipple. I held her tightly as she slowly worked my body over. This was no rushed mechanical fuck. She knew what I needed, and gave me the slow, sensual love that I was craving right now. As her fingers pushed me over the edge, tears of joy ran down my face. Once I came down from my climax, she cuddled up next to me, and we held each other. The taut ropes that stretched her limbs to the four corners of the elevated platform really were attached to winches that could be tightened well past the point of pain. I knew that if -I- were in her position – bound, helpless, and even blindfolded – I wouldn't like it at all. It was one thing to be tied with handkerchiefs to a dining room chair in somebody's living room. That sort of occasion always felt like a game. This room, in the basement of some eccentric, rich guy's house, felt a. Thereafter, he use to sleep and poor Shilpa withall her treasure, used to curse her destiny for the entire night. After listening to her story, I asked her what she wants from me? In reply, she boldlysaid that she want a baby from me. I was shocked to hear that.Again I asked her why me and she told me that she was observing me for quite some time and had decided that she will tell this to me whenever she get achance and today was the day she got a chance for it. I really felt pitty for that. After finishing her legs I stood and washed her upper body. I particularly enjoyed washing her breasts, her nipples got quite hard. I rinsed her down and was about to give her the soap to wash me when I noticed that she was pouting with her head down looking up at me."What?" Don't you like my body?" I love your body, it's beautiful. I love every bit of your body." No, you like some of it - but not all of it." What part don't I like?" The part you didn't wash - you don't like that part." Her.