While watching tv, I slept for an hour or two.When I woke up, it was 8 pm already. I had slept for a long time. I stood up and saw my mehandi was good...to be cleaned. I went to the restroom, cleaned mehandi from my hands, and started to pee.Now I was remembering the scene which happened earlier that day. I was aroused and went to my room. On the way, I heard mom calling my name –Mom: Sam, you woke up? I am preparing chapatis and curry, and it will take 30 minutes.I said: Ok maa, get it. After I told people what I'd decided, they were free to give me all their input about what they liked and didn't like about my new decision. I listened to their advice and either made changes or not, based upon my own feelings and opinions, but only after first absorbing and considering their thoughts and recommendations.In the beginning, my management style caused some friction, because people were used to how my father ran the business. Joyce liked the new style, preferring it to all the. I feel my ankles tied to the table legs wide apart, as Ron slides his finger into my anus. ‘Now whore! This is what we like, my friends all have wives, wives that they wouldn’t dream of arse fucking, but you, you little slag this what you are fit for and so you will use this little hole to please them all and you better make it good your hear me slag!’ I nod and answer him ‘Yes Sir I will I promise’. I hear him chuckle as he moves round to my front leaving my arse on show ‘come on boys come. Instead, I was stuffing my shit in a locker that smelled of fermented towels and venting my anger on the equipment here. I kept it up until they were ready to close and then drove past the place that was supposed to be my retreat. I parked in front of the house and looked at it for a few minutes. Would I set foot in that house now that they’d been fucking in there for months? I couldn’t say. I think I’d call in a professional cleaning crew to scrub every trace of them out of the house if I.