I have told them the truth in fear both have laughed loudly and then Sweta told me that she will hand over my conformation letter only if I will agree...with their conditions. I have agreed and Sweta told me to obey their order what they have asked. I agreed then Sweta told me now on wards you are ours servant. I agreed they called their servant and ordered her to leave the home.Then Sheetal ordered me your ass holes stand up and I was surprised to listen her language. I stood up and then Sweta. I figured when Paula was done she would tell me what she found.Once I was back into my email I started to notice that the pictures from some of the girls started to change toward the end of June. First it was minor things like seeing girls wearing one-piece suits at the pool to seeing them in modest bikinis. Then it was girls showing more risqué bikinis in changing rooms, bedrooms and some bathrooms. Many of them were girls that talked in groups around me, but not so much to me. There was no. ” “You think that's what this is?” replied Ballsakey. “Fuck you, Eddie.” “Fuck me?” “Yes. Fuck. You,” said Ballsakey. “You don't have to be a complete asshole.” “I don't?” shrugged Bumfelt. “No. You don't,” snapped Ballsakey, getting up from the chair, moving across the dining room. “This was a mistake.” Bumfelt snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close. “Get the fuck off me!” she spat angrily, pushing him away. Like a cool Romeo, Bumfelt made his move. Oh, she looked so fine. He. I find out it is a nice neighborhood, quiet, my new house was owned by an older couple that retired and moved into a condo. I feel better because that assures me that my realtor told me the truth about the house. I jokingly tell her that I may need her help with choosing paint colors for different rooms because I am horrible about such matters. “Anytime”, she says, ”except today.” She then explains that her best friend is getting married soon and they are going out to make last-minute.