If we found you to be, let us say, a dead end, we would discontinue the relationship. But since you..." Shit," said Sarah. "Sophie?"Sophie sighed. "E-...ail it to me, Carrie." Fine. I'm not sure what the problem is though. We've worked together well, and our relationship has benefitted both of us." I like you, Carrie," said Sarah carefully. "In a way though, your professionalism and intelligence proved deceitful. My colleagues..."Sophie interrupted. "What about the photographers and the runway. She looked up at the domed marble ceiling of the zenana, decorated with geometric carvings and hung with pots of flaminium, teriotrope, and veminium. A dwarfed flower-tree stood in a corner near the shelves that held spare ovoids of soap, hairpins and bathing-flannels, its artfully twisted branches drooping with massive bouquets of multicolored flowers that shed fragrant petals in such numbers that the redheaded slave need sweep the floor with a rence-stalk broom at least twice a day. . I was both afraid and curious to follow. I slowly crept in the dark to his house compound and climbed over it, and reached inside.It was a very small house and had a little open space leading to the built portion. Thankfully the compound was full of weeds and a good hiding place to see inside. I reached the window and peeped inside.Oh gosh! It was my Ammi there. There was a dim light in the small room-like part of the house. My Ammi Tabassum was on her knees, blowing that huge guy I saw. Let me. I laid almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt my hands roving over her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt my head leaving her lips and, gingerly licking her neck, moving down and again taking a nipple into my mouth. She felt her breasts grow sensitive under my touch, again sending new and exciting feelings through her body, ".