.. so you and Sally... “ I left the sentence unfinished, unsure how to say it. He seemed to know what I meant anyway, “Do we have that kind of rel...tionship? Yes she's a very good pet for her master,” I heard him laugh again. “If all goes well with this girl, me and Sally would love to meet her sometime.... maybe I could teach you some things.” I paused thinking, I was intrigued by his offer, “We'll see what happens first, thanks, I'll talk to you later.” “Later.... and Sam... have fun.” I hung. It was late in the night. The welcome committee of Desai and Yadav were standing at the door to welcome her. They watched lustfully as the door opened and a fair leg came out of the car. Shweta put a step on the floor as the sandal made a clicking sound. All attention was diverted towards that one foot. The door of the car swung open now and the lovely lass was in sight now. As per the instructions, she was tastefully dressed in a lovely light blue saree which had ridden up her leg as she was. His way of telling how uptight women gradually are transformed into tarty sluts is without peer. But is it ‘conceivable’ that he is not telling the ‘full’ story? The ‘expanded’ consequences of these changes ‘bear’ further examination. ***** I ***** ‘This is the best deal you have any reason to expect, Cromwell,’ the woman said coldly, ‘I suggest you take it.’ Cromwell looked back at the slender blonde in the masculine black suit, barely noticing the sheaf of papers in her hand. He felt utterly. His eyes had rolled back a little and Abdel could see the whites of his eyes. He was doing that to Keith and it made him hot with pride. Keith confirmed it: “Fuck boy you feel so good, just make the frustrations of the day melt away.” ‘I love you Sir.’ To Abdel’s surprise, Keith smiled down at him. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Now-” he withdrew and Abdel mewled at the loss. “Turn back over on all fours. Put your weight on your hands so you can’t touch your cock. I’m going teach you.