My girlfriend Vishakha has a reputation in the village. Men call her ‘the slut-maker’. When Vishakha found out that her father’s wife is not her...real mother, she took up an initiative to turn her ‘fake mother’ into a village slut.She has even blackmailed a couple of her classmates to suck random cocks in public. When she said this, a terrible thought came to my head and so I repeated the question hoping she would say ‘No’.“Did you send your father to have sex with Amma?”There was a long pause.. She looked very smart in her crisp white blouse top, with its big open collar and double cuffs. The top was a perfect accompaniment to her smart textured dark grey trousers and waist coat, and black high heeled shoes. She looked very grown up and professional. I did notice that the top three buttons of her top were undone though! I expected her to leave the room straight away, but she didn’t. Instead she stood near to the foot of my bed and we started talking. She asked me what I had. The others took his lead and fired until two more were hit and the onslaught of movie monsters stopped. Dietz walked over to the wreckage and looked at the shattered holographic projection drone with fragments of tiny lasers, mirrors, camera lenses, and motor parts around it. “She’s using blue smoke and mirrors! Fucking literally! Reload and get back to your posts!”Dietz returned to the room to check his own ammo. Whatever the thief’s next trick was, he wasn’t going to come out and fall for. This gave me an idea..... We had planned a night out, going to a restaurant, and maybe out dancing afterwards.I was counting on Peter visiting in the afternoon before I got home, he usually did that on Friday's right after his school, so this particular day, before I went to work, I took one of my wife's very fine laced thong and place it in the laundry basket, and hoping that Peter would visit and find it. He did visit but had left before I got home. The first thing I did when I got home, was.