I said yh , why do you really want to do it ? he said yh really mate but i feel wierd about you . i said if you really want to do it , go and do it no...w im not arsed , she might enjoy it with your fucking cock haha soon after we went up to our room which was right next door to my mums , we went onto the balcony and leaned over next door and my mum was lay on the bed in her skimpy pajama top and shorts reading a book .she had no bra on and the tight pajama top showed her nipples clearly. he. ”She stood. “Fuck that I want to leave now”“Margaret, the reason we are getting ten grand each is that he has bought us completely while we are here…he has bought us Margaret….you no longer belong to yourself…you belong…you are owned by Mister Singh….just as me. That is the price”“ I did not agree to the deal” she shouted.“I know” I replied. “I did…and you are going to end up ten grand richer….then go and start a new life, but the deal is done, it,s final”I continued.“And Margaret…….he likes. ‘Yeah fine.’ I managed to choke out between coughs. ‘Go on.’ I concluded. ‘Well, your dad is the only man that I have ever had in my life or my bed and the prospect of picking a replacement is somewhat demoralizing.’ She slurred out with a soft if emphatic tone. ‘I don’t know why I’m telling you this, if you want me to stop I’ll stop.’ She finished. ‘No, go on.’ I replied after now regaining my composure. Now I was a bit intrigued. Men always like to hear about somebody else’s sex life,. "But she let mehelp."There were another few moments of uneasy silence and then Joseph askedabout the lamp on the dresser, the base of which was a Cupid figure.That started a conversation and it was as if a dam had broken andreleased a flood of words. Neither of them had had anyone likethemselves to talk with and this was a great relief for both of them.They gabbed about clothes and make-up and -- blushingly -- managing theirpubic hair. Crocket had removed all of his but Joseph still retained.