Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Do you think it'll work?" Ramesh murmured, doubtful, but Ishaan clapped his shoulder, bold. 

"Trust me, uncle, thought of her not knowing who's fucking her? That's fire. She'll beg and you'll deliver, I'm telling you, it's the cure," Ramesh nodded slow, shame easing.

“Thanks, Ishaan. I should’ve met you sooner, I’d have picked up something spicy for her from the US,” Ramesh said with a chuckle. “Here, take my card. I’m a little tired. Can you grab a nice dress for her tonight?” he asked. Ishaan grinned, nodding. “Alright, I’ll see what I can find. But don’t be tired for the night!”

Madhuri gripped the counter as her mind swirled with unease, "What’s he plotting?" she wondered, feeling torn. She tried to keep her thoughts reserved around Ishaan, yet finding herself drawn to bolder, more seductive notions.

That evening, Ishaan showed Ramesh the dress he’d chosen.

A sultry black rhinestone-embellished mini bodycon dress with a halter cowl neckline and open back, paired with a red lace lingerie set featuring rhinestone accents, a garter belt, and fishnet stockings, finished with metallic silver stilettos, dangling crystal earrings, and a sleek silver clutch.

Ramesh’s eyes sparkled, picturing his wife in it. “Ishaan, this is perfect, she’ll look incredible,” he said, brimming with excitement.

Ishaan smirked, thinking to himself, "Yeah, perfect for me," and hands a purple satin blindfold.