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We have tonight. Let’s celebrate this moment.” “I know, baby, come on, let’s sit down,” her voice fading as they left the kitchen and the kitchen light shut off. Soon I heard indiscriminate voices from the living room, the faint sound of glasses clinging, then some soft music. Then the voices went silent. Maybe they were making out on the sofa. Or did they move to the bedroom? I desperately wanted to know what was going on. My body was starting to feel stiff from sitting so rigidly inside the dark closet. I took some deep breaths to relax. I started to think to myself. Could Prem be right that Kavita really loves him? For more than just his sexual prowess and brute strength? I questioned how any self-respecting woman could accept the way Prem treated women. Yet, regardless of what I believed, Kavita seemed to genuinely enjoy being with him. She LIKED being treated like his slut, his bitch. She acted submissively towards him, in ways that she would never do with me. I was at best, her equal. With him, she melted into a flirtatious young girl around his manly aura, moony-eyed and lost in his charms. I pictured the belly ring she had just gotten and so proudly worn. Why, if she was just about to move back in with me, would she get a belly ring with her lover’s initials? It was the ultimate act of giving herself to him, and a shameful slap in my face. It made no sense. The living room had been silent for outdoor some time now. I cracked open the pantry door ever so softly. Rationally, I knew I could not take any chances of getting caught. I could only imagine the horror if they caught me breaking their trust. But I saw that the living room was dark. I crawled out on my hands and knees, BDSM ready to scuttle back if necessary. The living room was empty. They had public moved into Prem’s room. I heard the shower running. The door to the bedroom was wide open since they had no reason to close it. The bedroom was empty, so I grabbed the moment to make my way quickly across the living room to the far end, and then slid myself behind the sofa, dragging myself slowly through the tight space between the sofa and the wall to avoid making any noise. I poked my head out from the other shaved side. I was well hidden from the bedroom due to the houseplant positioned next to the sofa. Through the leaves of the plant, I had a perfectly hidden view of their bedroom, but with an immediate escape route to retreat behind the sofa if needed. I must have been no more than 3 or 4 meters from the bed, and with their sexy lights dimmed, and positioned behind the leafy plant, I was practically invisible. To play with them. Maybe he could get one of the white BDSM whores to open up for him. It looked half erect and plump. You may call me Lily, or mistress if you feel like being polite.” I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced that type of sexual rush with anyone other than Ash. Continuing shaved on this pattern for a public while she would kiss me then suck Jakes tits and all the time with one hand rubbing Jakes clit. Jack screamed as his sister fucked him as hard as she could. It was furnished, sure, but it looked like a showroom. I know you’ll enjoy it.” Finally they gave up as they were out of strength and let it fall down. “Mama needs some good sugar!” I turned on the hot water to the sink and put my hand under it. I guess I can! One final look in the mirror, and we are out the door. My eyes popped wide open and I froze with fear. Baby was excited. “Of course you did,” Mommy sexy purred, her blue eyes sparkling. She ran out of the outdoor front door and hid in the forest. "What reason could Margaret have for sending her son to visit her?"