“Irunthittu pohattum,” Krishnan ammavin irandu mulaigalukkum naduvil than thalaiyai puthaitthan. Avanathu kaigal ammavin pinpuram sendru avalathu ...undiyai irukka piditthu pisaiya thodangina.“Sonna keluda. Naan un ammada,” Amma kenjinal.“Naan illaina sonnen?” Krishnan ammavai melum iruga thazhuviyathudan avalathu mulaigalai vovondraga kadikka thodanginaan.“Tharpoosani pola irukkumma,” Krishnan kankalai moodi kondu ammavin mulaigalai vizhunga thodanginan. Ammavin jacket sirithu neratthil eeramaga. ”“That was extreme, but nursing can be like that. It stretches you, but it’s more worthwhile than having my arse whipped by Mistress while I give a blow job to some rich tired businessman.”“You figure we could have Candy do that?”“Not for a while.”“What was the least energetic thing you did.”“Friday nights.”“Don’t tease me, this is serious research.”“Friday night, Mistress had dinner parties. I was the table decoration. Always nude, sometimes face down with a candle in my bum, sometimes face. Jim held off making love to Carol the days leading up to Friday. He wanted her to be extra horny in order to better enjoy the experience he was going to secretly provide her with. Friday finally arrived. After dinner, while Carol was doing the dishes, Jim put a package on the bed upstairs. He told Carol to open the package, put on what was inside and to wait for him in the bedroom. He told her there was something he had to do in the garage and then he would meet her upstairs. Jim then went out. A group of about eight women, gathered next to the DJ box. They were, on average in their mid thirties. Older than the others in their teens and twenties on the dance floor. These weren’t my target age group for my charms. They were often married and my lines never worked on them, so after failing in the past, I’d stopped trying to chat up women too much older than me. The group were all well dressed and maybe over dressed for the warm summer night. One of them stood out though. She was.