I had a terrible time removing my blouse. My fingers were numb and shaking so badly that I could hardly manipulate the buttons. I didn't look at Mr. K...ent while I undressed. I couldn't meet his predatory gaze.I finally pulled my blouse off and placed it on the kitchen table. I paused for a second and took a deep breath before I removed my skirt with just as much difficulty. I unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down. I slid it down over my hips. I let it drop to the floor at my feet. I stepped. Her wondrous breasts were supported by a half-cup bra which was cut low enough to allow her stiff nipples to peek provocatively through the diaphanous material of the gown. She was purported to be reading a magazine with the camera angle showing her only above her waist. The front door bell was heard to ring and she put the magazine down and shouted to her 'husband' to go answer. The camera panned around to show the hallway and the husband opening the front door for a large black man to enter.. Everyone was looking at me again even Captain Prawit.“The operation that I envisioned was the removal of those bandits preying on travelers between Bangkok and Korat. As you are aware, the Governor’s daughter and her escort were attacked by them. Also a monk who I spoke to on the way here wasn’t the least bit surprised when informed that Chanthra and I had lost our transportation on the way here,” I told them.“You would require more than my permission for something like that. There are a number. My thoughts turned toward tonight. Tonight I would braid Mom’s hair. I could imagine her in the bathroom, braiding together strands of hair while I watched her in the mirror, proudly showing me her tits, arching her back to tighten her tummy and lift her nipples high, pushing her bare ass against my cock, embedding it the crack of her ass.WHOAAA! Jesus! I scrambled to get the car straight, hands flailing on the wheel. This way, back ... over correcting ... back again, avoiding the ditch, up.