She should not wear any other cloth. She must dress up her son in dhoti and then begin the procedure.Her whole act must be be centred on raising her s...n’s libido. She must devise ways to eroticise her son with her hands, her vaksha that is breasts or her mouth. It was written in Sanskrit in the book. The rest was for me to execute. Which I did. I knew I had an obligation to my husband. My son had it too. In fact, it was a double trap for him where on the one hand he had his duty towards his. ‘You’re an international company, then?’ Elizabeth rested her elbows on the table. ‘Wherever we are needed, wherever our services are required, that’s where we go.’ ‘And just who exactly, if you don’t mind me asking, is ‘we’?’ asked Lianne as politely as she could. She had already started to treat the newcomer with mistrust. It was plain to see how beautiful she was, she didn’t even need to look at her son’s horny looks to see that. ‘We, Mrs Smith, are Family Care.’ There was silence following. Once, a highway patrolman stopped them for speeding and one of the men had to pretend that the woman was his pregnant wife who was sleeping. Fortunately, it was at night so the patrolman could not see that the woman have already started to show signs of decomposition. He did wonder why the car had a sickly sweet decomposing smell though and noted that the sleeping pregnant woman looked a bit familiar and was very pretty.Finally, they arrived at the holy man’s house. The pregnant corpse has. When she started to suck, that pent up scream escaped my lips. I tossed my head from side to side feeling the burning build. When I felt a stinging on my balls, I realized in my clouded mind, that she was flicking my balls with the crop. "NNNNOOOO!" I screamed as my cock was burning, demanding release. The combination of her mouth on the tip of my already tortured cock and the stinging of the crop against my tight, cum filled balls was taking me over the edge. Involuntarily, my hips started.