Fir usne kaha ki agar apko nahi ane wale ho to mujhe bata dena . Maine kaha aapka number dedo to main aapko bata dunga to usne muje number diya. Maine...number save kiya fir raat ko jab maine dekha ki vo whatsaap bhi use karti hai to maine unko hiii likhke msg kiya to thodi der baad unka msg aaya who r u? To maine apna name bataya or chatting start kiya . Tab pata chala ki vo married hai or unke husband out of india hai par vo kisi wajah se ja nahi payi hai.Khchh din hamari bate chalti fir hum. I ignored her harsh words and left the house. I had to get away from her, and I knew exactly where to go.---I knocked on the front door and waited for him to open it. He was taking quite a while to open the door. I shoved my ear up against it and listened in. I could hear two voices giggling and whispering. I knocked on the door again, twice as hard this time so that he'd definitely hear. The voices quietened down and I heard footsteps approaching the door. I took a step back and it opened. My. Her legs encased in darkhosiery, were crossed at the knee and swinging, again showing signs of hertension. I approached the table and introduced myself, "Hello, you must be Spicey" I said in my deep baritone voice.She almost jumped out of her chair, "Ummmmm Yes. You must be, Master?" She asked, blushing,at having to use this term, alien, as it is, to her lifestyle, "I am 'Spicey'and have been sent to interview you" This only heightened the embarrassment,at having to call herself Spicey. "Then. They were both just as clearly bi to some degree, though, as was I. Still, Steve needed to get his rocks off, too, and this was as good a way as any.Perhaps in the future, I would just ensure that Steve got reacharounds while someone pounded his cornhole, at least until there was no risk of someone other than me impregnating the ladies. Besides, Steve obviously enjoyed submitting to Dick as well as me. He was a good slave. No alpha, he would await my pleasure and keep his hands to himself.