I started fantasizing giving saima my sperm and producing a number of kids from her beautiful body. Luck finally dawned when saima took over the task ...f cleaning and keeping my room spick and span. I would leave the keys of the room with her and on return find my things back in place. Saima would even cook a meal for me on sundays. When i am alone. This day arrived on one sunday afternoon when she was making roti’s in my kitchen. She had worn a low-Neck light yellow colored blouse & petticot. I was wearing a low cut playsuit, no bra obviously and a tiny lace thong. Shortly before we were going to leave James dared me to take a nipple out. Anyone that’s been to Bali would know how attentive the staff at bars are, always checking up trying to get you to order more drinks or food.This was a nice bar at a particular 5 star hotel so was busy, especially given it was around 6pm and there were a fair few people there to watch the sunset. There was a particular member of the staff that. “Naughty girls don’t get cock” and it’s in that damn tone again. I smile to myself and wonder whether I really might have finally crossed a line. After a clean up I decide that my pussy needs a royal fucking so I smile sweetly at you and behave the way I’m supposed to. That is until my second glass is empty and the voice in my head, the one that thinks you’re a bit selfish, starts to egg me on. “Ask him when he’s going to give you some good head!” it says and I swear you see it in my eyes like. I’m not allowed to remove those reports if they are written. They have to stay locked up, inside the safe rooms.“It’s just how it is.”Jennifer seemed to accept my answer at face value.At least I hoped so.In the basement of the Residence my team was busy trying to work their way through the new information provided by Sam. The permutations of the thing were frightening because everything about it was off the wall.How do you stuff all that smoke back into a bottle?How do we protect Sam, prosecute.