I open the door and I see my mistress on all fours, burying her face into some guys ass. The large muscular guy lays on his back, legs in the air and ...is arms behind his head and enjoys how this little girl enthusiastically rims his ass, and jerks his over sized, fat, at least 9", cock.I’m standing still. Outside of our apartment. This bull looks to me and says: “Oh look, your loser sissy is home.”She stops rimming him, looks in my direction, rests her head between his legs by laying her cheek. As I prepared myself to run away, her husband opened the door and asked me who I was. I told him that I am ma’am’s student and he asked me to get in with a warm smile. He talked to me in a hurry and told me that she went to the baby care center to get her son home. He was with his luggage and he told me that he was going to Mumbai for three days when I asked. His cab arrived and I helped him to put the luggage in the cab. I wished him a happy journey. As the cab was about to start Tabassum. "I don't want you to get drunk, but that's a very fine chardonnay you're not drinking," he said before laughing.She took a sip then suddenly realized. "Did you just quote American Psycho?" Damian looked slightly surprised. "You're a hot married whore and you know Patrick Bateman quotes?" He looked genuinely impressed with this reveal."Uh, yeah. Actually, It's in my all-time top ten favourite movies and in my top three most-read novels," Fiona said with a smile as she quickly finished off the. "You could get yourself a boat and fish," he suggested."I can just see myself as a fisherman. Besides starving, I would stink all the time. I think I'll just keep looking," I suggested. I gave it a little more thought, then said, "I think I will stay another night though."I found a community bulletin board in Lucy Mae's cafe. It was like the one back home, so I checked it out. I noted that there was a dance in the Grange Hall located on a country road between four small communities. I wouldn't.