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CHAPTER
THIRTY SIX: (The End)
Ever since we started to build our new house in
about 2008, we had an idea of converting our old Estate bungalow into a guest
house. It was also Amanda’s idea actually.
Most of its interior decorations and landscaping
reminded me of Aunt Hillary as either they were done according to her concepts
or either Aunt Hillary had done them herself. So it was I who suggested that we
do the renovation preserving those features as much as possible and operate the
guest house in honor of Aunt Hillary.
Amanda agreed to it most willingly.
We started the renovations in mid-2010, with
constructing the new suite for Aunt Janet so that she would have minimum
disturbance while the rest of the house was being restored. In the mean-time we
were looking for a good caretaker to take-over it and run it on behalf of us,
under the guidance of the estate’s board of directors.
It is then that we met Henry Franco and his wife
Veronica. Henry is the son of one of our oldest estate workers who grew-up and
lives in the village just outside our estate. He had studied hotel management
and worked at several resorts and hotels around the island. Veronica; his wife
also is a qualified chef which he had met somewhere at work. They both had
worked in a resort in Bailey for some time and had just returned. Henry was
building a new house for them next to his father’s house and was looking for
work close to home. The couple loved to undertake our proposal. The most things
I liked about them were that they were qualified masseuses, speak a few
languages and are open to learn new things all the time.
I, as the chairman of the estate drew a conceptual
proposal for operating the guest house. The Guest House has altogether four
suites including the one occupied by Aunt Janet. Therefore only three guest
parties are to be entertained at any given point and the maximum number of
heads per suite is limited to four. This means the maximum number of guests
that would occupy at the guest house at any given time is to be limited to
twelve.
Each suite has a mini-bar with an elevated or
enclosed private verandah that has a distant view or a few of a well landscaped
private garden. In addition the Guest house has a small swimming pool and a
spa. Veronica is knowledgeable in many traditional herbal oils and uses them in
giving a very unique full body massages. She even does Japanese Nuru-massages
when she has enough Aloe-Vera jell and customers willing to pay her price. Henry
is specialized in giving foot massages. Veronica and Henry administer the
operation of the spa personally while their relatives help them with other
activities such as room service, laundry and the restaurant & kitchen.
Aunt Janet as a permanent guest at the Guest house
who is sponsored by the estate board, gets a special package at Veronica’s spa
once in every two weeks. Thus I give Aunt Janet her weekly herbal oil massage;
she sometimes gives this opportunity to me or Amanda. Veronica is very
professional at work. She wears a one-piece swimsuit with a skirt while working
at the spa. I’ve never had the guts to ask her for a Nuru-massage yet.
The Guest house was officially opened on Saturday,
the 26th of October 2013. It was the seventieth birth anniversary of
Aunt Hillary. We named the guest house as “Hillary’s Big-foot Bungalow”. Aunt
Hillary’s portrait still hangs in the hallway of the guest house and a photo of
her feet sent to me by her via e-mail is posted in the spa; where foot massages
are given.
I invited Aunt Hillary’s son Harry and his family to
come and visit the guest house. They did so in December 2014. They stayed here
a week before going to Thailand. They were to visit Phag-Nga on the 26th
of December that year, on the Tenth death anniversary of Aunt Hillary and Aunt
Demi. Harry and Diane consider the Phag-Nga beach as their mother’s grave.
Harry, Diane and their two teenage sons enjoyed
their stay at the guest house. We invited them for lunch at our place one day
and recapped many precious memories about Aunt Hillary. Apparently Harry and
Diane were not aware anything about of Aunt Hillary and me having a sexual
affair, except that I rubbed her feet everyday while I was at her house. Aunt
Hillary had told them about how I helped her with her charity work and also
told that I made a huge difference in her life.
I and Harry had a few private chats in the
Guest-house bar a couple of evenings. It was there that I confessed to Harry
that I have been having a foot fetish and that Aunt Hillary allowing me to rub
her feet was done as a counseling therapy. I told him that Aunt Hillary was so
helpful to me in understanding many things about the sexual problems I faced,
and she was a ‘sex-guru’ for both me and Amanda. I didn’t tell him anything
about me ‘dating’ Aunt Hillary, leaving alone having sex with his mother.
But I told him that Aunt Hillary has told me many
things about his childhood, including how he was fond of sleeping under his
mother’s feet and going through her stuff when she was not at home. I frankly
asked him whether he never lusted for his mother’s feet even when he gave her
foot rubs.
He said he never lusted for his mother’s feet but
was very fond of them and considered it a privileged that he was allowed to
massage her feet. He knew his farther lusted for his mother’s feet and even had
accidently seen him kissing and licking her feet passionately. He said it was
the same for him with Diane’s feet though Diane is addicted to his foot rubs
and demand it every night. “I’ve got a break during these few days because
Henry is taking good care of Diane’s feet”; Harry said jokingly. During those
evenings Harry and I were chatting, Diane was at Henry’s foot-spa getting her
feet massaged.
Harry admitted that he had a habit of going through
his mother’s private things when his parents were not at home. He also admitted
that he as a boy had developed a fetish of sniffing his mother’s under-wear. He
told me that he once got caught to their domestic servant named Sumana. Sumana
had been in her mid-thirties by then, about twenty years older than Harry. She
had black-mailed Harry saying that she would tell Aunt Hillary about the
incident, thus later got Harry to kiss and lick her private parts in return of
keeping it a secret. Sumana had been apparently spying on Aunt Hillary and
Uncle Bills love making, she had forced Harry to lick and kiss her feet in the
same way saying; ‘lick my feet like your father does with your mother’.
Suman has had a fat and fleshy body with big boobs. Her
skin complexion had been dark and freckly. She apparently had never shaved
herself and had been smelly. Her feet though had been clean and soft recalled
Harry. Harry claims that he lost sexual appetite towards women’s bodies
considerably due to that forceful affair at that time. Though how much he was
close to his mother, Harry had never had the guts to confess what was going on
to Aunt Hillary. Harry regrets it very much now that he didn’t tell his mother
about it. Sumana had threatened him that he would poison their entire family if
he spilled a word about it. She had even forced him to miss-out on family
vacations and stay at home to please her, against his will. Luckily Sumana has
had to go back to her parent’s village house where her two kids were, as her
eldest daughter had attained puberty. Harry had been so glad to get rid of that
trauma. He had never confessed about it to Aunt Hillary even after, but had
managed to convince his mother in not to hire any servants anymore.
Harry and I became good pals after, that we still
speak to each other over the phone and exchange our childhood memories through
e-mails. Harry & Diane are one of our closest family friends at the moment.
Even our kids are good friends with each other on social media. We were hoping to
visit them since a few years, but still haven’t been able to do so due to
various unavoidable circumstances.
Both the Guest house and our Tea Estate made
considerable profits for a few years up to 2019. In April 2019 the counties
socio-economic situation was disturbed considerably due to a terrorist attack
that took place. Several high-end tourist hotels in the capital city of Colombo
and a few catholic churches around the country were attacked almost
simultaneously on Easter Sunday, the 21st of April 2019. The attack is
believed to be carried out by a local group of extremist under the patronage of
the ISIS. It killed almost three-hundred innocent civilians and tourists.
The Easter attack was followed by a political
transformation in the country. The attack also affected the tourist industry of
the country badly. We didn’t have foreign tourists for some time in our guest
house, but fortunately this situation didn’t affect the tea industry very much.
Just as we were recovering from the Easter attack,
we were hit by the Covid-19 global pandemic. The lock-downs and travel bans
affected both tourism and the tea trade. The WHO and the governments were
promoting various vaccines as a protection to the said “deadly virus”. But my
daughter Hiru had found some links that claimed RNA vaccines were a scoop that
tries to put the good health of the entire human race at stake; making people
dependent on a periodic vaccine issued only by the authorities thus, making the
citizens of the world slaves of a new world order. They claim that the Covid-19
pandemic itself was a creation through misinterpretation of data, statistics
and information in order to achieve targets of a global reset; aiming to
‘build-back-better’ their Global geo-political agendas.
Whatever the truth of such claims may be, we decided
to treat it as ‘a bit serious version of the common influenza’ and stick to
traditional remedies and precautions rather than going for the vaccines the
authorities were forcing people to get jabbed. I did catch a cough and cold
during that time which was stronger than normal. I had fever for three-four
nights before I recovered. The physical weakness and the pains in the joints of
my body remained for another two-three weeks. I never went to a doctor and thus
was not forced to under-go a PCR test; thus never was quarantined classifying
me as a ‘positive case’. I did take necessary precautions of wearing a
face-mask and isolating myself as much as possible from the rest of the family;
so that they didn’t catch it.
As most of the foreign income sources of the country
were interrupted because of the pandemic, the country faced a severe shortage
of foreign funds by the beginning of 2022, making it unable to repay the huge
amounts of foreign debts that were borrowed over a period of time. Therefore, most of the International lenders refused
to lend money to the national economy any further, forcing the country to be
declared bankrupt.
This added to the poor financial management of the
administrators and the long-term corruption of the political authorities, led the
country to a severe shortage of fuel, imported food items and essential
medicines. People had to be in queues for days to get fuel for their vehicles
and domestic LP gas for their cooking. Farmers didn’t have fertilizer which
threatened in a shortage of food supplies. Most workplaces were shut down while
only essential services were in operation. The income of the people reduced but
the prices of goods and inflation increased.
People took to the streets asking for solutions. The
youth camped in front of the President’ Secretariat occupying the Galle-face
green, protesting in demand that the President and his government should resign.
Hiru was very active in this protest, visiting the protest site named
“Aragalaya” as much as she could. Cha also was very enthusiastic in the
happenings; posting in favor of the protest on his facebook page.
Within the
first two months of the continuous protest most of the members of the ruling
regime took a step behind and became shadow figures except the president. On
the three-month completion of the struggle, the youth along with a huge mob of
civilians stormed in to the official residence of the president forcing him to
flee the country. He finally had announced his resignation while in
abroad.
The system
always protects itself. The new president who came into power following the
street-protests known as the “Aragalaya”
was different only from the outset. He claims to be different but secretly
guards the former regime and gradually destroys the continuous protest of the
youth by applying brutal force. At the end, it all seems the ‘aragalaya’ was merely another ‘color
revolution’, generated by the system for the survival of itself. The only
significant difference seen is that the government is now more openly and
strongly been committed to the western interests of geopolitics, throwing away
national interests and sacrificing the country’s economy in front of Global
scandals.
The middle
class is becoming poor, and the social classes are been re-structured into
merely two classes; the ruling class and the masses that are been ruled which
they call ‘useless eaters’. God bless the struggle against this destruction of
Humanity that is taking place around the world, or the world would end up a
very dark place!
At the very beginning of the economic crisis we
decided to temporary close the guest house for the public. We offered Henry and
Veronica a monthly wage for staying and maintaining the premises. Firstly we
were able to dispatch special tea orders we got as the officials agreed to give
us an adequate fuel quota as long as we paid the government in US dollars. But
the operation was not as smooth as it used to be. So soon we had to give-up the
idea of taking on such orders.
Unfortunately we were not available to pay the
workers more and they couldn’t afford to live on merely on what we paid them. So
we had to release them partially so that they could find alternative sources of
income. We also released all unutilized suitable lands of the estate and assisted
them to be used as agro-farms. This gave the workers to find either an
alternative income or substitute foods.
Amanda and I too started cultivating a piece of land
behind the guest house with the help of Harry and Veronica. Having our
breakfast at home we ride our bicycles to the guest house every morning. We
work in the fields till noon. Amanda and Veronica prepare lunch in the meantime. We always have a sufficient stock of firewood
as gas is not always in stock in the market.
Cha sometimes joins us in farming. But he is fonder
of taking his camera and going around the estate capturing various birds and
butterflies he finds. He has a keen interest in wildlife photography. Amanda
and I bought him a fixed-lance zoom camera for his seventeenth birthday and he
already has a blog of his own photographic creations. He comes to the guest
house to have lunch with us and then goes back again on his walk. The workers
of the estate love their ‘little master’ and Cha has developed a good
friendship with them all. He probably would take-over the estate from me I
assume, because he shows good interest in it.
After lunch I occupy one of the suites in the guest
house as we don’t have any guests now. This suite is named ‘The Mulberry suite’
and actually is my former room combined with the former guest room of our house.
Amanda sometime joins me and does her reading in the suite or goes and spends
the afternoon chatting with her mother in the ‘Janet Suite’ which is further
down the corridor.
I started writing this confession since I started
spending my afternoons in the Mulberry suit; in the rear verandah that
connected my old room and the old visitor’s room. It is in this corridor that
Aunt Hillary and I last met and made love. That wooden bench we sat is still
placed in the verandah.
A few years ago a couple visited our guest house.
They were a Dutch or German couple as I assumed. The husband was Quentin and
the wife was Danielle. They both must have been in their early forties I assumed.
Quentin was a videographer; he always carried a camcorder in his hand. They got
my permission to film around the estate. They said that they have a You-tube
travel channel and intended to upload a promotional clip about our guest house
and estate. They also promised to send me a link of their channel once it was
uploaded.
I only met this couple twice; once when Henry had
sent them to my office to get permission to film around the estate and the factory,
and the second time at the guest house lobby while I was on the way to visit
Aunt Janet. Danielle made a significant impression on my mind as she had very
beautiful feet. Also she knew very well to highlight and present the beauty of
her feet through the proper selection of foot-wear.
As promised Quentin had posted me the link of his
travel channel. The documentary featured Danielle explaining about the
surroundings and her experiences she had at the guest-house, in English that
had a foreign accent. One thing that was obvious to me was that Quentin had
made a deliberate attempt to capture the feet of Danielle while shooting, and
that Danielle too had given the perfect poses of her feet at all times. It was
done so subtle that this would have not been noticed if one was only
concentrating on the travel information presented in the video; but for me it
was highly striking. The clip had given a considerable time to explain about
the spa and showed Henry giving a foot massage to Danielle in detail. It was
evident even in the other documentaries done by Quentin in his travel channel,
the destinations they had chosen often had foot-spas and they all gave
prominence to Danielle’s beautiful feet.
Whenever I feel lazy or tired in writing my
confession I have a habit of logging to Prone-hub and refreshing myself.
Recently I found a channel named ‘Juicy Elle’ while searching under category
‘mature feet’ on it. It is a channel featuring a couple mainly engaged in
foot-jobs and female ejaculations. Only the hands and penis of the man are
shown and the body below the lips of the female partner is captured in their
clips.
The channel interested me because the female has
very beautiful and attractive feet. Going through a few clips I suddenly came
across a clip that featured a very familiar background to me. It was the same
wooden bench in the verandah of our ‘Mulberry suite’. It was then I remembered
that Quentin and Danielle stayed in the Mulberry suite and that the feet and
other features were none other than Danielle’s. Danielle and ‘Juicy Elle’ are
the same.
Going through all their clips I found at least three
more “Juicy Elle’ clips done while they were at our guest house. One featured
Danielle peeing outdoors, squatting naked on a boulder wearing only a pair of
high-heels, with our factory in the far background. Another shows she playing
with herself on the bed of the Mulberry suite. In one of the two clips done in
the verandah bench Danielle gives a foot-job to Quentin and make him cum on her
feet while in the other she plays with her pussy; fingering it and rubbing the
heel of her bare foot against her pussy lips until she climaxed and spout pussy
juice out on to the verandah floor in front of her. Watching ‘Juicy Elle’
squatting on the verandah bench always reminds me of Aunt Hillary.
I sometimes wonder how much of difference it would have
been if we had the internet and smart phones with digital cameras as we do
today, thirty years ago in the early 1990’s?; when I and Aunt Hillary were
having an affair.
On one hand having such technology wouldn’t have
given us some of the liberties and freedoms we enjoyed. Some of the secret
plots we pulled-out would have not been possible in a society with advanced
tele-communication facilities such as the present.
On the other hand I’m sure that Aunt Hillary would
have thought of ways of using today’s technology in a much more creative
manner. The entire special sexual encounters I had with Aunt Hillary are well
recorded in my memory as if in a celluloid film with every tiny detail.
Unfortunately I cannot show it to anyone. But I wish that whoever interested,
had a chance of witnessing those wonderful sexual experiences.
If we had digital cameras and had access to prone
tube channels back at that time, I’m sure I would have made small clips of all the
sex education Aunt Hillary gave me and uploaded them for the benefit of others.
Aunt Hillary too I assume would have not objected of sharing her knowledge with
the generations to come. She would have thought of ways to keep our identities
a secret while giving the fullest essence of our acts to the viewers; because
she was such a brave and generous lady.
I’m publishing this confession of mine that I have
been writing for the past six months, so that the world would know of Aunt
Hillary; My ‘Sex-Guru’. I must thank my wife Amanda and my mother-in-law Aunt
Janet for proof reading this script for me. I sincerely hope that someday
someone would write a script and make a movie out of this. I’m sure Aunt
Hillary would enjoy that movie a lot in heaven.
I can’t imagine how miserable my life would have
been if not for the brave sacrifices and generous kindness of Aunt Hillary. I
know that I have been a very lucky man, but I wouldn’t have turned in that luck
into success if not for the self-awareness and self-confidence that Aunt
Hillary built into me. For that I owe her the entire happiness of my life.
Today I’m not afraid to confess that I’m a foot
crank and that I have a serious fetish towards beautiful female feet. May it be
attribute to that wonderful lady who first thought me that I shouldn’t be
ashamed of myself because I’m a very unique person.
May her soul rest in peace!
-
Tom
Kalkalan (Lickfoot Papissa)
Pussellawa, Sri Lanka
26th
of October 2022
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