“Come in, Mom.”“You weren’t kidding about being naked in your room.”“Nope.”“And your door is open; anyone could have seen you.”“Re...ally, Mom? Not only is there no one here but you and me, I know what Dad sounds like on his way up the stairs and I could easily close the door before he got to it.”“Or, are you hoping that he’ll ‘catch’ you at it?”I felt my cheeks heat, but came back with, “You wish. You just like to embarrass me.”“Mistress, you had commanded me to fix breakfast in the nude and. Then if I am dead is this heaven or hell?” looking around he saw nothing but lush greenery, the sound of wild birds, no fire or brimstone to speak of. “Yeah… hell alright.” He thought sarcastically. In life he was a good man, thought of himself as such anyway. His line of thought however was cut short as from his head did fall the whitest of hair, curtained his eye as he became perplexed. Reaching up he felt it and saw his hand, it was not his own as it was much to pale, much to slim, finger. I was patting myself in my mind for my recently developed boldness! The blouse was loose by all means, must be of some woman with an awesome size. I moved out from behind the tree and Uday quickly kept my saffron sari and blouse in his bag. Me: Whose sari and blouse are these? Uday: My girlfriend’s. I looked at his eyes with mock anger, but he almost pulled my hand and we hurried away through the temple backdoor. Though there were village people on road, due to our normal clothing, we did. I reached over and held his firmness while I pivoted into the booth, my back to the homosexual exploits being shown on the screen. He closed and locked the door. I undid his belt and kneeled like a cocksucking slut should. I took care to avoid the cum drops all over the floor. He undid his pants and dropped them. I pulled his underwear out of the way and looked at his cock. He looked very clean. I stroked his cock gently. Mmmmm, yummy. Nice and clean, I thought. I fished my lube out.