So I was feeling bored to go home; also, I am feeling alone.I told “she has gone for few days; will come back soon, is it not?”He “this is the f...irst time she is away from me for these many days”. Although I understood, I acted normal.I asked “sir, then shall I go for the day; you also go & take rest”“No, Lakshmi, I want you to come with me for dinner – we will go to a good hotel”.I was shocked. “whhhaaaattt Sir…. Dinner.? ”. I never expected any such words from him. It took some time for me to. Tell me." She just stands there for a while. I hold her shoulder, reassuring, but not demanding or eager. Finally, she speaks. "I... I want to..." She swallows. "I want you to hurt me. Bad." "That can be arranged." I put my other arm around her hips and hold her closer. "Define 'bad'. What do you consider being hurt bad. Clothespins on your breasts? On your nipples? A paddle? Candle wax? Just how bad is 'bad'?" "I want to be whipped! Tortured! I want you to stick needles in my breast! Can you. The slurping sounds were filling up the whole room. I started moaning uncontrollably and speaking out unwanted sentences.“Rick, suck my boobs,” I literally shouted, “Suck your mom’s boobs, as much as you want, mom will always feed you. Suck as much as you want.” The boob sucking session went for a good ten minutes with both of us speaking dirty and moaning in tremendous joy.Rick’s erection was poking into my crotch ceaselessly. Then he whimpered in between his greedy dabs upon my boobs. “Mom I. She’s trying to adjust her small boobs in the cups to give herself some cleavage. Talking to the camera via the mirror.“He didn’t ask me to do this ... I saw the look in his eye and I knew I had to do it whether I wanted to or not.”And did you want to?She pauses, then turns to look into camera. “As I said, I’m much dirtier that the English girls ... So what do you think?” She laughs to herself.Cut to Jason, that arrogant prick of a husband, still on the couch. “I’m a very successful man. I’ve.