His balls stillfull even though his penis was now soft and pink striped, his tearsstill running down his cheeks, he blushed as she stood up. "There..., very nice, Mr. P.," giving him a peck on his cheek. "Of course we can't stop a businessman from masturbating when he's alone, but you will have to learn to control yourself to live on Europa. Of course(giggling) that's assuming a cute domme doesn't have you firmly under control before long. Your genitals will be too sore to play with for a. I leaned back as Mommy then put the chair into it's reclining position. Getting up and walking over to my bedroom window,she opened it letting a cool breeze fill the room. We could hear music floating on the air. It came from the Church two doors down the street,as the organist practiced for that nights service. "Oh! Isn't that nice? Old Mrs.Harris is serenading us!" Mommy giggled.I looked at my mother and smiled. Mommy looked like an old street whore! Her mascara had run,blackening her eyes. He got me some local brand of whiskey. And I gulped down quarter bottle. And by that time he got naked and was touching me here and there. And I got wet already. He was like you are really a dirty slut. And that he has never seen any prostitute as hot and dirty as me in Bihar. And he slowly inserted his cock into my pussy. And he started to move in and out slowly. Enjoying every bit of me. Then he lies on me and started to kiss my lips. I reciprocated it by kissing him back. He went on for. “I know how you want to be a popular kid, and more attractive. I can help you with that.”I looked at him curiously, but I was skeptical about his claim. That's when he handed me an ornate glass vial filled with a purple liquid. “If you drink this tonight, in the morning you will be beautiful and popular. Hell, every guy will want you!”“How? What's the catch?” For some reason I was believing what he said.“Well... there is a side effect. But you have to drink it before I can tell you. But don't.