I shook it. Deal done. ‘Tracey’ I shouted. The intercom on my desk bleeped. I pressed the key and asked, ‘Yes?’ ‘Don’t shout at me. We ha...e the intercom, all you have to do is press the key and speak nicely. You know very well my name is Tina, not Tracey. Now what do you want?’ ‘I want a deed of sale drawn up. I have all the details here.’ ‘I can’t.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I’m doing my nails.’ ‘You’re doing your what?’ ‘You heard. I am doing my nails.’ ‘Why do I employ you?’ ‘Because I wear short skirts and. I figured that enough was enough. I had gone along with everything my wife had wanted up to now, but I wasn't going to let her penetrate me with a lifelike rubber cock. I was putting my foot down. My toenails may have been painted a pretty creamy red color, but I was putting my foot down nonetheless. Kathy very patiently explained that she'd read that a man's ass was a very powerful erogenous zone. She said that the feeling of penetration could be very erotic for a man. It had nothing to do. I climbed the stairs and entered the big house knowing Ranaji would be upstairs waiting for me. As I began climbing I could hear the sound of moans from upstairs and I smiled like the last time he seemed to have some company too. I hoped it would be Suvarna since on last occasion I had made him agree that I was a better lay than her. I walked on tiptoes to the door of his bedroom and peeked inside. My eyes went wide. Ranaji was standing near his bed in his shorts on the bed lay a woman no a. She had done his face quickly in natural tones with beige lids, softCranbury blush and a soft rose matte lip, as gone were the flashes ofstage sparkle and glitter. In his ears were modest silver hoops matchingthe heart necklace and silver bracelet, which accessorized his ensembleand matched the silver chain of his black shoulder bag pocketbook. Shehad picked out his impeccable side swept hairdo, transforming it nowinto a series of soft loose waves from a side part that sat tussled oneach.