He was more uncomfortable meeting his mother’s many lovers than having her look at him with desire. ‘I’m going. See you later.’ ‘Bye,’ she... said, turning to walk into the temple. Eros transported himself to earth. His human form was even more lovely to humans than his god form was to the gods. Because of this, he wore a cloak to shield his beauty. It didn’t make him invisible, just uninteresting to those who looked at him. He sighed, feeling the tug of human desire. His sack appeared at his. She was looking gorgeous, wearing a tight yellow blouse, and a skirt with stockings. Indian women rarely wear skirts or stockings, and I felt sure she had dressed up to turn me on! I had a huge hard on at that moment, which I didn’t bother to hide when I got up from the dining table. She saw my cock bulging, and blushed and looked down. I washed my hands, and called her over to sit with me.We sat, and I realized she was feeling very shy, and blushing. I told her she didn’t need to feel scared,. It was not her fault. She hadbeen tortured, whipped, tightly bound, plagued with spiders and suffering ofvarious kinds. And another thought came to her, one she dare not admit even to herself.Perhaps if she did this for this cruel woman... Perhaps... Perhaps she would be allowed release herself. Swallowing, and running her tongue over her dry lips, she raised her headas much as she could, which was not far. It was far enough, however, to reachthe nether lips of her cruel tormentor, and to lick. " Hi, Jon," she whispered back, her full and gleaming lipsmoving seductively. If she could do that just saying 'hi',I thought, I can't imagine what more intimate conversationwould do to me. My cock was rock hard."Will you be my companion?" I asked stupidly.After all that was what she did and why she was looking inmy direction. (I discovered later that there was a tinymark on the mirrored glass to indicate where she shouldlook to give the impression of being able to see the guest.They thought of.