Ramesh Kaka served dinner to Priya masi.She was served dal chawal, not on a plate but in a dog’s bowl. She started eating with her hands, but Sanjay...stopped and ordered her to eat it from the bowl directly. She had to eat it directly with her mouth like a bitch. Sanjay meant it when he said that Priya masi was going to be his bitch.It was again humiliating for Priya masi. But by now, she had given up and become an obedient slave. She started eating food from the dog bowl directly with her. She had to be careful while she was here; she had no intention of letting her mom know she had become a beginner lesbian during the time she had spent in New York. She had been forced to temporarily take up her mother’s offer of being roommates, until she either found new friends or got enough money for her own place. Her musings were interrupted by her stylist, Bree, walking forward with a smile. She was led to the chair, and spun around, while they started discussing exactly how to change. Suddenly they were pulling the duvet off of me. The hairs on my body began to prick up. "Get up, we have that art exhibit, remember?" It was my mum. I put on my best sick face and gave her a look."I've got such a bad stomach, I'm going to have to miss the one out." "Christ, there's always something wrong with you. Suit yourself then, there's no food by the way so make some yourself." Mum left the room, closing the door behind her.It was 12:40 and I had imagined that I'd be home alone for pretty. "This sure as hell doesn't sound right. Then I remember something else so I continue Ben's defense, "Jens, just when the hell was he able to do this? Until he decided to let us know where he was, no one, not even Mira, knew where he was. She sure as hell wasn't gone long enough to rendezvous with Ben. Not only that, I know for a fact that she had been visiting a fertility clinic in Denver. Hell, the police were even after her for going crazy and destroying part of the clinic."The phone got.