She sat down on the couch, just sat there. Finally I gave her a beer, waited. I was used to her, she always did put all her thoughts together before s...e opened her mouth. Finally. ‘Are you still mad?’ Fuck. No shit. ‘Yea, I am still pissed off.’ ‘I really am sorry.’ Oh, sure. The dickhead is still hanging around, no doubt they are still at it, and she is ‘sorry.’ ‘Oh, bullshit.’ Patti got up and came over and sat beside me, I could smell the wisp of perfume on her. Her hand settled on my leg,. ’ ******************* Jim hated to be late. The big reason wasn’t that he was afraid of wasting time, although he did hate wasting time. He just thought it was a sign of good manners to be on time. So it turned out that he arrived early at Hildy’s house to pick her up that Saturday night for their date. It was ten minutes before seven o’clock. It was in a small hamlet of houses in the midst of a rural area where he’d never been. So, he reserved a few extra minutes to make certain that he was. Then he came to measuring my breasts right over my nipples and he removed my pallu and asked me to hold it in my hand. Then he kept staring into my cleavage and after a few minutes I interrupted him asking him what was he staring at.Then he said that my breasts have grown a little from the last time he had taken my measurements. He said he was very sure of his measurements and immediately cupped both my breasts with his palms from front and started kneading them from over my blouse. Then he. "Why would I ask you?" he demanded, "Your Master has lent you to me and that is all there is to it. It is your job to satisfy me by doing whatever I want." Rubbish," she replied, recklessly deciding that she was doomed anyway, and sufficiently relaxed by the alcohol on an empty stomach not to care, "I am not a possession; I am a human being." Oh, that I grant you, the human bit," replied the Emir, "and in England you would not be a possession, but here in Kobekistan you are just exactly that..