"Now."Biting his lip, Henry appeared to be wracked with indecision, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the bobbing curves of her ass."S...re." He said. "Whatever." Jasmine watched her son stomp over to the rack and snatch one of the towels off, pulling it out of its fold. His feet splashed on the floor of the atrium as he stomped back to her, one arm extended. "Here." Thank you, honey." She reached up to take it, and their hands touched. A thrill and a flush rushed through both of. Seeing her fair complexion, he thought inconsequentially, 'I bet she suffers terribly from sunburn.'Her body was equally pale with firm, but none too ample breasts tipped with palest pink nipples which proclaimed a considerable proportion of European heritage. Inevitably her mons had been shaved, making her flat belly, and prominent clitoris all the more apparent."She is the daughter of an English slave here, and her father was a visitor from England, though I will not say, and she does not. I turned around to comb my hair and in the mirror I could see him admiring my body from behind. I was feeling more excited and swung my body a bit unconsciously. Rahul said here are some clothes for you and showed handed me a pair of clothes. They were very colorful and I didn’t realize till I got them in my hand what they were. There was a pink bra and panty and a pink saree.I said Rahul I cant wear these and he was like this is the only thing you can wear and other wise you can go out in your. "Chuck?" Yeah?" You make me wet. Seriously. The thought of you -- makes me want to do things I've never thought of." Like?" Fuck. You want me to say them?" It would help me understand." His face and tone were so innocent.She sighed, deeply. "Drink." Why?" I want you a little drunk so that if you remember what I say I can deny it." Why?" Because I'm opening my heart to you -- and I'm not a beautiful girl -- and I don't think I could stand some massive rejection." Are you fucking k**ding me? Have.