“It’s not going to happen.”She saw disappointment in my face. “Honey, It’s not me, I wouldn’t mind doing it with you and her together, it�...�s Bina. She hates man.”“Why so?” My disappointment overflowed in my voice.“She was married to a wimp of a man once. He could not make her pregnant. But all her in-laws, specially her mother-in-law assumed it was her fault. They made her life miserable. Against everybody’s advice, she opted out of the marriage. Her own family was upset with her too for her. She assured me that should she be asked again, even after we shared my bed, she would emphatically deny any relationship existed other than employee and employer relationships.I felt that this may only be a once only affair, but one never knows. Only time would tell.It had been agreed that for the sake of privacy that we would go back to my place as she lived in an apartment block and there were a few nosey women who would not hesitate to make up stories if given any ammunition.Terry and I. “She IS pretty, ain’t she , Tammy?” laughed Jerry.Tammy looked at the floor, hands still hiding her breasts. “Yeah, he is,” she said sadly.“LOOK at me when I speak, bitch!” said Jerry, backhanding her head upwards. “And you’re HIDIN’ all your GOODIES.” He tugged her hands down away from her breasts, hooking his paw through the waistband of the panties and tearing them off her in a sweeping motion. “Now don’t you be hidin’ those little titties or that hot little snatch of yours or you’ll be. I hadn’t quite figured out the logistics with cooking dinner for Anala, though I had put up a note saying I needed the ‘Indian’ room that evening. In the end, I figured that Anala and I could do a late dinner, eating around 8:00pm. We’d use the sauna before dinner, cook, eat, and then we could stay in the ‘Indian’ room or go up to my room.After we got home from class I quickly showered and changed and drove back to Bridgeport. I decided that in the future it would make more sense just to pick.