“It’s been too long since you last gave me a foot massage.”We stopped at Blockbuster and I picked up “The Bourne Supremacy.” A little less v...olent then the Bruce Willis movies, I figured. I had seen it at the theater a few months earlier.When we arrived home and walked into the house, I stopped my mother by grabbing her arm. She turned and looked at me with surprise. “Lipstick,” I said. She had forgotten. I hadn’t.I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I was close enough that I could. I moved up behind her and started sliding my cock up and down the crack of her ass touching her pussy and asshole. She wriggled her hips from side to side and tried to reach back to grab my cock but I slapped her hand away.“I’m going to have to fuck her in the ass now, you know that don’t you.” She protested immediately calling out, “No, please we don’t do that, please fuck my pussy again.”I laughed, “Shut the fuck up whore, I’ll fuck you any way I like and right now I’m going to have that ass. Kiccha was responsible for finding a house in NOIDA although my husband preferred to say inside Delhi. I was on long leave as my transfer application was pending and hence I had to be content staying with Kiccha at home most of the time. I knew that the old man was enjoying watching me whenever he got a chance. It was uncomfortable in the beginning which somehow turned out to be a sense of amusement seeing the old man trying so hard to have a glimpse of me all the time. My husband was not. “Sam, keep on the edge of coming, but flip over onto your stomach.”Tracy walked out of the room. I couldn’t talk. Sam couldn’t either. All we could do was stare at each other, in hopeless dread. Tracy came back a few minutes later with a coil of rope, and a 6” dildo. “The rope is for later. I’m going to release one of you from the hypnosis so you can struggle however you want and force the other one to hurt and rape you. I haven’t quite decided which of you will take on which role yet.”Tracy.