Once I'm dressed (aching to cover myself and feet already hurting), I sit down to start my makeup. There's another card.Now that you're dressed like a... desperate cock sucker, show me how a whore does her makeup you fucker!I shiver. My beautiful new panties are beginning to grow a nice slick patch with this humiliation.I do my makeup as he requested me to. I make sure that my contour isn't blended, I wear glitter on my eyes, and I wear a dark purple lipstick that I know he likes. He love how it. "Just watch this, Jimmy boy. You can tell me to stop whenever you want…" I watched her press her hips down against him. Her pussy lips spread out around his cock. "I am not going to put it in, I just want to feel it against me." She put her hands on his chest and moved slowly up. Her cunt was soaking and I could see his dick was getting well lubricated from this action. She looked at me as she was sliding a little further forward. Both of them were groaning in pleasure. I could see it took. Like a man kidnapped flashes in my mind. I look into the back. I see all the room that there is in there. I find myself getting wet. My mother looks out at me and yells from the door. You have one minute to get in here or you are locked out for the night. She used to yell that at us kids every night at dinnertime. We never challenged her to see if she would really do it. I run to the door as she starts to close it like a big prison door that is about to slam closed. I make is just in the nick. Shivani: Don’t worry, Kavita, your secret is safe with me.Kavita: Ok, enough of me spilling everything, now your turn. Start talking.Shivani: You know my son Rahul? He is adopted.Kavita: Really?Shivani: Yes, I lost my husband and unborn child in a car accident. I somehow survived the accident. After the accident, I was depressed without any purpose to live on. I didn’t want to get remarried, and my parents were very worried about me. They suggested that I adopt a child. That is how Rahul came.