Thank God!It doesn’t surprise me, my Mom can’t wait to escape the daily chore of raising me and so she is rarely ever home. Sometimes it’s like,... if it wasn’t for all the dirty underwear I leave lying around, I don’t even think she would know she has a daughter. No, I’m not Ms. BooHoo, hell I probably might have been even more fucked up if she hadn’t left me to my own devices.‘Thanks’ I say and try to get out.Mark looks at me, puppy eyes. Damn!‘What? You think I’m inviting you in? ‘ I say.‘Oh, I. She went to a cabinet at the side of the room and returned with a flexible leather paddle, which very much resembled a large fly swatter. She handed me the weapon and bent and removed her panties. She then leaned over the horse and instructed me in fastening her ankles and hands to the rings on the legs of the horse leaving her naked ass pointing nearly straight up. Her head was at just the right height for me to stand in front of her, with my cock in her mouth and reach over her back and swat. Maybe that would ease their grief, our grief. Now, eight months later, Matt may be dead or alive, I don’t know. But I’ve got his child, his son. “Matt Hampton, Jr.,” I whispered the name, smiling at the sound. Then I heard myself continuing, “…only child of the late Matt Hampton,” and began to cry. “This seat taken?” I didn’t look up, just shook my head and kept searching for a napkin. Someone pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. “Is the food here that bad, or are you just sad to see. While filling me he closed his eyes as if in heaven. “Mamayya may ask you some thing?” I kissing his eyes asked.“Yes, Renu.. ask me. You are the life for me now… you are an angel.. ask.. you want any thing?”“No… I don’t want any thing… I want your happiness. Promise me that you will not be angry on me and you will tell me the truth…”Tumhari kasam aur tumhari is masti sic hoot aur in ras bahri chochiyon ki kasam… I will not be angry on you… you are my goddess now… how can I be angry on my.