They talked about travel and work for a while and made tentative plans to meet at the hotel bar later that night.The flight was otherwise uneventful, ...hey reached SeaTac airport on time. Kim took her bag, caught a cab and headed to the hotel. As she emerged from her cab, she walked almost right into the man from the plane."Hey there! Long time no see." He says with a smile. Kim gives a fake laugh; the man asks if they are still on for a nightcap at the bar. She says sure, not really knowing if. If someone’s your ex, they’re an ex for a reason. 365 reasons in my case. Your agency contracts people to collect possessions for us slaves, right? Yeah, yeah, I know, us ‘not-slaves, ‘ I mean.“Anyway, if I can help it, I’d like to never see Gautam again. I never should have married him, though it was my parents’ idea. Fuck arranged marriage! If I marry again, it will be because I want to marry, not because Mom and Dad want to join the fucking country club! How’s that for sucky? I was a bribe. They were both past retirement age and suffered from cancerthat finally took them. Unfortunately, the insurance did not cover theirmedical bills, so I had to sell the place and move into an efficiencyapartment.[-][+][-]The main room served as my living/bedroom room with a sofa bed, recliner,desk, and entertainment center with end tables holding my crochet andknitting supplies and book shelves my library of books, CD's and minimodels of starships. I loved to crochet, knit and sew my own clothes.. And how trickles of sweat were running down her back, to her waist and probably disappearing somewhere in her butt-crack. She knew, but she couldn’t do nothing. She knew that I found her very fuckable at that time, after all those days of staring and smirking at her voluptuous figure, she knew it was building up in me. And I wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.I moved behind her, putting my hands around her meaty love handles, pressing my chin lightly on her head (as she was short for me, I’m.