I also tried it and found it to be rather tasty, and had soon cleaned my plate of eggs and scrapple along with two pieces of toast with apple butter. ... had washed all of this down with a large glass of orange juice.The Sisters had also finished their breakfast, but they looked disappointed.“What’s the matter?” I asked, as the meal had been quite good.“It’s the scrapple! It doesn’t taste like the scrapple that our Parents served,” Laura told me in a disappointed voice.“You will just need to try. I said, "yeah, right". Another time, I grabbed her as she went back towards the bar. Her boots had dust from the floor on the knees and there were a few small wet spots on her spandex top. I said, "you getting paid for any of this?" She called me a fucker and did a few shots with her group of men. Another time she came back and had cum on her thighs, I said "really?!? could you at least clean up?" She smiled and said "hey, my period is two weeks away, I'm fertile myrtle. its on my leg or. It has special meaning. The woman receiving it and, if she accepts it, is bound to that man only and he to her unless one or the other grants permission. The woman has special privileges that only men normally have. She can own property and slaves; she can buy and sell in her own name. She can learn about anything and do anything because she is free. The man may release her from the collar but she continues to wear it as an independent person for the rest of her life. It is a mark of high. ”She was eagerly waiting for Sunday and so do I. I rang her doorbell at about 11:15 am. Neeta opened the door and said, “Hello.” I couldn’t respond to her as I was busy watching her in the same navy blue sari I had seen on day one.“Hello???”, she repeated.“U look so sexy”, it was all I can reply to her greetings.“Thanx, u seem to be in hurry…Come inside”, Neeta said with a sexy smile on her face.I stepped inside. She closed the door. We had a formal discussion. She brought a coffee for both of.