It was distressing to have somebody as beautiful as she was focus her entire attention on me. In fact, getting me to talk at ALL was an achievement; m...y being a loner and all. She got more of my life out of me than most women would get in a year.When I DID occasionally raise my eyes, I kept catching her expression. She was looking at me like I disturbed her. It was as if there was something about me that she couldn’t get her arms around and it was nagging at her. The more we talked the more. My deviousness, my covert attitude and even my demands of the flesh all seemed beyond my own making and I had not the strength to persevere in the face of such over-whelming odds and adversity. In fact, I was ready to chuck Mr. Patel “A” and Mr. Patel “B” and fall back onto an as-yet to be created Mr. Patel “C”. This time I was determined Mr. Patel “C” would be immune to the sins of the flesh and the decadence of the Western society.I started to laugh at my own silly pretense. Even I, in my own. She could feel the leather strap, harnessing it into her mouth, biting into her cheeks. She couldn’t wait for him to take it off.“Great job Bunny, you really are starting to get the hang of this deep throat thing.” He said as he ran his finger across the top of her bulging left breast. Hemp rope wrapped both breasts snuggly, to make them appear as huge perfect round orbs, just only now turning a tinge of purple. He swiped up the few bits of semen that had escaped her mouth and landed on those. She beckoned me with her hands to hug her. I did, fully clothed. Her hands were still sticky. She held me close, rubbing her fingers through my hair, tracing along my cheeks. "My little boy." She just held me like that for a while. Eventually kissing my on the forehead. Before getting up and getting dressed like nothing had happened.I think that's what broke the veil. We had seriously carried on for over a year like nothing weird was happening. My mom was just "silly." We didn't talk about it..