I also shave my armpits, take a shower, comb my hair smartly and waitin my bathrobes. 35 minutes later, my doorbell rings.I rush t... the door and have look through the keyhole.There she is I could just make out her enhanced forehead with vermilion on head (customary for married Indian women)through the door's hole.I open the door and there stands the most beautiful sight infront of me..in a white salwar and matching shoes, hair done into a beautiful bundle stands she. I feel. The hot piss marked my close-shaven headand I could taste the diluted piss in the water."Keep slurping, slave! You'll get it from the tap another time." As he saidthis, I felt the thick stream move up to my neck, and then it cascaded downmy back. Soon, Master reached my ass, and the piss started to drain theother way, down my ass crack and across my twitching hole. It splatteredagainst my balls as it fell on the tiles between my feet."Aaah!" Master sighed, and there was a pause in the stream. I. Her mother powered down the window as he approached, thanking him for his earlier efforts and inviting him to dinner the next day. He quickly stole a glance at Petra, how would she receive this news? She smiled, obviously at ease with the situation, he smiled back, warmly thanking them for the invitation and walked to his bus as if on air. The next morning was fraught with frustration, the bus was held up at every turn, he felt like shouting at the passengers taking their time to board the. S. told me."I know. It's just a big game though. A lot of people are never given a chance or the pay for a job they could do because they don't have half the alphabet soup behind their name. Take the hardware store I worked at. I have watched them, and I could run that place myself, but I was never promoted to a supervisory position. I have watched kids come in and I taught them, for Christ's sake!" I yelled."I can feel your frustration. I see your frustration. But Scott, you take the least.