There wasn’t an ounce of shame or embarrassment in her body and she was eager to display the results of her submission, to even flaunt her sluttines... to her friends, past-lovers, and peers. I had to admit that I found her attitude amusing!It was a small step towards progress, by humiliating her it did make the air-headed twat just a fraction more considerate of the people and world around her. A very minor and minute fraction ... but it was a start. Transforming her into something that I’d. I noticed she was wearing our type of clothing not her sari. A scruffy blue vest like top and a pair of loose grey trackie bottoms.I motioned for her to come in and she did. As she came in I put my hands on her hips and moved her to the side of the door against the wall. Moving forward I kissed her and she kissed me back. We were entangled together, I had my arm round her and her right arm was round my neck, I moved my hands after a few minutes and felt her tits, as she hadn't got a bra. Becky answered dressed normally for a kept woman housewife… barefoot and in a matching purple sweat suit of a soft stretchy material, it looked expensive. The material hugged her body in all he right places. She was never “fit” but always slim, the baby weight was mostly gone except for a loose little muffintop belly. Her thighs got my eyes first, the material taught up towards her hips. Her hair was shorter now cut in a motherly bob style and died sort of an auburn shade. The jacket was tight. Her answer came out as a purr, “Perfect.”Thinking now was as good as any time to began he said, “Silk, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to show you a few things.”Eager to begin, but still a little nervous, she slid off his lap and landed lightly on her knees in from of him, sitting on her heels. Trying to remember what she had read in that book about kneeling. Remembering something, she spread her knees wide and placed her hands lightly on her thighs, knowing this was a proper.