They looked chunky and I really wanted to service them. I licked and bit and teased them. He was enjoying it, but he continued directing my body to ...go down, so I conceded. Suddenly, I heard him say: “You thought I would help you with your sissy bags for free, bitch? Well, my assistance has a price, cunt boy” When I looked up to his face in confusion, I stared at his menacing eyes as he continued saying with a low, growly voice: “Time to pay, bitch”Although it sounded a bit creepy and. Emily had placed her hand on my thigh!"Sorry!" she said as she pulled her hand back, giggling. "I was just showing you how easy it is to reach across the aisle." Yeah, but she also had her phone in her other hand," I reminded her."Well," she said as she thought about it. "Let's see how she did it."She reached over and put her right hand right on my upper thigh. Then she held her cell phone in her other hand and looked through it at my crotch. "Scoot down a bit in the seat," she said as she. She dried, powdered with fine lilac-scented talcum, and brushed out the chestnut strands – she used a blow dryer until her hair fell like long, straight silk down her back. She wrapped a black satin damask robe around her waist and used a tiny brush to color her lips a lush shade of dark red. He arrived promptly as expected, and she met him at the door. She lifted up on tiptoes to kiss his neck, lips lingering on his skin, breathing him in. ‘Trust me,’ she whispered, letting her fingernails. Now we went to our respective rooms after dinner. Then I changed and went back to the parent’s room. My dad wished us a good night and left the room. It was just mom and me looking at each other and pin-drop silence.We both could hear the clock ticking, our heartbeats throbbing, and breathing sound. The breaking the silence“I can’t believe that you picked up the call while Jatin uncle was fucking you. You have got some nerve, mom,” I told her.“You won’t believe it was Jatin who asked me to do.