They had dealt with the NSPCC whose counsellors would operate the helpline, and the General Post Office (the UK’s telecoms monopoly) who would provi...de the technical infrastructure. Volunteer counsellors had been trained and publicity materials for schools, newspapers and television were ready for distribution. In April 1971, shortly after the Easter holiday, it was ready for launch.And that was where I came in.The launch needed to be distinctive, and the consensus was that there was no better. I was standing near the window waiting to see her like a new bride.Nandu, I’m here look at me and I turned around she was wearing a violet saree with all the gold ornaments. The smell of jasmine on her hair filled the room and it was turning me on. She was marvellous and I had no words to describe her beauty. I was amazed by her appearance and stood in front of her with my mouth wide open. She started laughing; she came close to me and slapped me lightly to gain my attention.She said hope you. She went and laid down on the side of her bed.“James come here and eat me out.”“Oh. Okay. But you should know I’ve never done that before,” he said as he knelt down by her legs. She kicked him in the chest saying, “don’t forget to call me mistress!”“Yes mistress, sorry mistress,” he frantically replied. “Now get started. You definitely got a general idea of what to do, don’t you?”“Yes mistress.”James started by licking around her flower, which surprised her. He at least knew a little bit. But. She looked so fucking good. She was naked and fucking the dong really hard. She let out a moan and I guess had an orgasm. She got off the dong and put it into her draw. “Granny, are you okay in there? I hear a lot of cursing and talking.” “I’m good, Michael. Go back to sleep honey. I was just listening to the television. I’m sorry I woke you.” I opened the door and my step-granny was stark naked. She did not cover herself, but was showing her body off proudly. “What’s going on in here? What.