It makes you feel refined, and at first it made you feel powerful.These days you've tired of that power, but the statues still look nice.You walk to y...ur desk, which faces out the floor to ceiling windows onto the city and sit down, putting your feet up on the desk. Your personal assistant, a commandeered military AI turned secretary named Aiva, speaks aloud from the speakers built into the walls."A long day sir?" She asks. Her voice is smooth and velvet, borrowed from your favorite. This all went on in secrecy. One morning Seema said, “Chacha agar hum teenau mil kar chudai karain tau bahut hee mazaa aayega (Uncle, it would be fun if we all three of us could fuck together”. I agreed with her, “Yes then there would be no need to do things on the quiet. How can we achieve this?” She said, “Fikar mat karo main sab sambhal loongi (Don’t worry, I will manage everything)” and left it at that. Two days later, when I had finished giving Saroj her first shot of the night she asked,. Don’t talk to anyone until we get back with you, and Mr. Cantrell, keep your eyes open. Stay here until we’re gone. You don’t need to order anything, unless you’re hungry. We pay them for this. We’ll talk later.”She handed me her card and walked out. Brenda Francis, Deputy Senior Agent in Charge, Southeast District/Caribbean/Central America Operations. The office address was the Atlanta Office, FBI. She wasn’t a local Atlanta asset.“You girls hungry?” They shook their heads. The two big black. Not that she was that choosy. Well, she might be insofar as any second or third time might be, but for first-time fucks, it was anyone and everyone. And she kept a diary, which she'd started from when she was oh! so young. And in this diary, she recorded every fuck, every sexual act, but not those on stage, and awarded each one a coded description and a mark out of ten.She'd always done this. Some people's diaries are a record of their innermost thoughts. An account of their feelings, their.