So, what are you going to do now?”“I told you. I’m going to stop worrying about who I ought to be, about being the professional businesswoman wh... never stops. I’ve had some calls already: seems that word has got around and I reckon I can sell my controlling shares to some Investment Bankers for a tidy sum and live off that for a while.”“Well, good for you.”“I hoped you’d say that.” I drew a deep breath, teetered on the edge and asked her the question I’d been building towards, “So, do you want. Her voice is a surprise but non-the-less adds to her beauty and also adds an element of eastern mystique; it is soft and almost husky. Unfortunately I do not understand her words for I have yet to master my mother tongue of English let alone her native language of French. Seeing my distress and confusion her smile widens and she repeats her words but now in precise English with the soft accent for which the French lovers are known. In reply I have to admit that yes, I was admiring not only the. She then leads me into her room where I usually slip in the selectedoutfit for the day. I am now mostly made to wear salwar kameez orlehenga choli and if sometimes I am lucky mom let's me wear women'sjeans along with a suitable kurti or top.Today's selected outfit was laid on bed, it was a pink crop top alongwith a floral lehenga and beside them were a pair of anklet and a fewmulticoloured bangles."Mom please I request you bare me from these anklets and bangles theyare so uncomfortable. I didn’t respond but changed hands at her pussy. Again sliding two fingers in, this time when I pulled them out I did nothing. I removed the peg when I pushed in again.“Please, P!”“It’s Sir, now be a good girl and hold on.”“Oh fuck!”“Language!” I swatted her bum, a bit harder than I had ever done before.Lisa’s head lifted for a second, then she pushed it into the cushion again. Her legs were shaking now as I pushed in and pulled off the last peg.“Soon, Flower, nearly there.”I lined up my cock.