She looked absolutely stunning, no other word for it. She was wearing cream shoes, very light and pretty ones, and a ravishing cream sari with gold bi...s in it and a matching cream short sleeved blouse with, again, that lovely flat midriff showing. She looked a million dollars, particularly with her little white matching clutch bag. I just had a shirt and trousers on, smart ones though. I hated ties. She quickly came up to me and put a hand on each of my shoulders, our first physical contact,. He insists that I buy tailored suits - at my own expense - but refuses to allow me to wear any undergarments. I bring with me each day his catered lunch and serve it to him privately. When he finishes eating, he fucks me again.Typically, he opens my shirt and bits my chest in a hundred places before twisting my nipples as if he's trying to remove them. Since I don't own any underwear, it is easy for him to push his hand inside my pants and grab my cock.I'm almost always dripping by then and his. "Open your legs!" I said but, since Mom took no notice, I decided I needed to be more dominant, so: "SPREAD YOUR KNEES, I SAID!"This had the desired effect and Mom's legs slowly spread and revealed her privates to me. Mom was decidedly flushed by this time and I could see that her nipples were trying to push through the front of her dress - she was at least as excited as I was. I was not very familiar with female genitals as most of my previous sexual encounters had taken place at night in. Then she was gone. He opened his eyes, watching Ruta walk towards the fire. Her hips swayed beneath her blue dress. He took a deep breath, slowly releasing it.Who needed goddesses, when he had Ruta?Felek sat on a large rock protruding from the hillside. It put him about man high above the ground, giving the view before him a different perspective. He could half way convincingly say he was on watch, but truth be told he just wanted to sit. Think. Or, not think. There was too much to think about..