I help you stand, mindful of how long you've been kneeling. "Remember - eyes closed." I lead you to a chair. I sit, then lift you onto my lap. "That's...my beautiful girl. Lean back... open your legs for me...." You have no power, no will to disobey and your legs open almost unconsciously. "Good girl. Show me that pretty pussy." You flush, but you're smiling inside. This is all you've ever wanted... to belong to someone, to be theirs.Now my hands move all over you, teasing your tits, your aching. "Soyou're Beverly Bassenthwaite, eh? Do you know Thomas Duffield, in theyear below you? You made fun of him in infant school, because of hislisp. You made him very, very upset. I'm his mummy." Mrs Duffield pickedup a plate of mince pie, chips and peas. "Here's your dinner. Do you wanttomato ketchup on it?" Yes please, miss," I said.Mrs Duffield picked up a bottle of tomato ketchup, and began to pour iton my chips. "A good little girl," she said, "eats up all her dinner anddoesn't leave anything. Marie leaned closer to Dan, listening to Rob’s comments, a full tit pressing to Dan’s arm. She caught him looking down her blouse and smiled her approval. An arm bent, resting on his shoulder, placed them even closer together.Wendy turned toward Rob to show more interest in his presentation. “What are the characteristics you want to have in your new home?” He asked.“It must have a very large kitchen. Soon we’ll become a blended family with more children and several more babies planned,” she. Few weeks passed she made few friends and she use to take them home for lunch sometimes​, even our neighbours were pretty supportive, and our neighbour uncle ramapriya was a very good man he use to invite me to his house and offer me snacks and use to play badminton with him.He was roughly around 50 something and average looking wife and a daughter studying in final year B.E. I never had much interaction with his wife and daughter due to my shy nature. Once dad had called him for insurance.