Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri's phone buzzed in her hand, the screen glowing with his reply: "Go to the terrace. Walk to the end, into the store room. You'll see a bag there, take off your bra and panties, drop them in, and walk back without them."

Her jaw dropped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "No way," she whispered, her heart slamming against her ribs. "The terrace? In broad daylight?" The neighbors' windows loomed in her mind, eyes she couldn't see but could feel.

She typed fast, fingers shaky: "Please, don't make me do this. Everyone will see!", her plea hung there, desperate.

His response came quick, smooth as silk: "Come on, Madhuri, you want that orgasm, don't you? Trust me, no one's looking. It's just you and me."

She stared at the words, her breath hitching. "He's crazy," she muttered, but the gel thrummed in her veins, tugging at her resolve.

"Please, something else," she texted, bargaining. "Anything but this."

He shot back: "This is it, gorgeous. You want to feel it? Then do it." Back and forth they went, her protests weakening, his coaxing relentless.

Finally, she caved, a shaky Okay slipping from her thumbs. "G0d, what am I doing?" she breathed, setting the phone down.