..from underneath your bed," she trembled to say this to the master."Whose is it, eh?" More embarrassing question for the maid.Matasari covered her fa...e. The questions were getting more and more difficult for a woman to answer. Who would, in real life, ever talk about such matters with a man and that too with the master of the house. And now to have to talk to Babuji about them! She was distraught."Whose is it?" He repeated himself, unmoved and with an expressionless face."Bahuji ki ...I think. So they produce photos of their 15 metre long caravan, the back half of which is a beautifully equipped nursery.The social workers then are doubtful about the education that would be provided.“We’ve employed an Oxford don who’ll teach the child all the subjects along with Mandarin and ICT skills”.There are then doubts expressed about the child’s healthy upbringing.“Our full time nanny is an expert in paediatric welfare and diet”, they reply.So the social workers are finally satisfied, and ask. And I know you do," she said, pointing at my dick.And then she hesitated."What's wrong?" I finally said.And she spoke."Can you get a condom? I know it's a lot to ask. But, well I want to be with you," Julie said.I couldn't believe I was going to do what I was going to do. But I dressed up quick, grabbed my wallet and said I'd be back.I went down the road to the local gas station. It actually was really funny. I grabbed a box of condoms. I also got a half gallon of ice cream. And I bought some. ”The video ended at that point and I sat at my desk slowly swirling the glass of bourbon I was holding in my hand. I didn’t need some Star Wars character to tell me that this was most likely a trap, but the rest of the information was helpful. One item that Boris did not mention was the name of this woman, but he didn’t have to. I knew this woman. She was Mistress Aleana, wife of Master Robert, both members of the Inner Circle of Masters of The Society. She and I were not friends. In fact, she.