“I think you’ll get along very well with Pratik here. He’s taken over me. Such a smart looking 22-year-old man…”, she said triumphantly.Actu...lly, both her sons were skinny and looked as though they often skipped their meals for some higher level of nourishment. Pratik was busy on his phone and lifted his head only when it suited his purpose.As for Rahul, he was shamelessly looking at my body with a mouth-watering interest and biting his lips frequently, which I found irritating. I could see his. In order to find out how she felt about me I untied her and ordered her to sit in my lap where I held her. I wrapped a quilt around her while she sat there blubbering. She rested her head on my shoulder and I couldn’t resist stroking her long wavy hair. Occasionally I would wrap a strand around my hand and pull back knowing it hurt her. She didn’t waver, only waiting until I relaxed so she could put her head back on my shoulder. I remembered that when I had whipped her in the past she. I arranged three sets of klieg lights to make sure the illumination was perfect. I could feed more light as needed as the sun set. We would start at two o'clock and I didn't think it would go on after sunset but, nevertheless, if it did, I would be prepared.Their amateur camera sat on a tripod, where it would not record my system. I could turn it on by remote control.The Blue ray player on the bedroom's entertainment system was set to record the feed from the two fixed cameras. Not the one from. ” She smiled now, “Or if you require my professional service or ha unprofessional services.” “I don’t think you would survive another session with me Tish.” I smirked. She blushed a dark red and slipped a hand behind her. She stepped closer to me, almost pressing against Ashley’s back. “Please call me…I um would like that…a lot.” She turned redder, if that was even possible and smiled meekly. Despite myself I found I was warming to this Tish, the sub Tish. Not the other, brutal one. .