She looked gorgeous, which was kind of the regular observation in my state of admiration. When I moved a little closer to her she quickly quipped, �...Where’s the dessert?’ ‘Oh, I’ll get it’ I cursed again and went to the fridge to serve two bowls of the caramel and chocolate soufflé that I learnt to make from my mother and we sat silently to enjoy it. My mind was working fast and I even had a slight hardness thinking of making love. My whole project for the night crashed when she finished the. For, standing on the other side of the door, was Naveen, his best friend in Management School. They were like the proverbial peas in a pod. They had done everything together-drinking, playing, watching movies etc. Hell, they had even fucked their junior together-Mahesh drilling her ass and Naveen fucking her cunt.Naveen was a businessman. He had a huge tea estate in Ooty, which he inherited from his late mother. He had worked diligently and applied new ideas and had turned an ordinary business. He ran this whole place. He wasn't apparently connected to any religious order. And when I was first told about it, I had assumed it was a bit of a rip-off place. But they had been a great help to my friend; even if it was a little on the expensive side.Another couple of habits opened the great doors. That's all you could call them, as you could not tell if they were male or female. I drove inside and the sister who had welcomed me told me to park my car over by some others. She told me to. ” Then they giggled again.I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a couple of workmen in a hole in the road. It was my fault for standing so close to the edge of the hole.When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My backside got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that night. I didn’t think that much of the play, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower room. It.