.. coming for... you."He then took a single step towards me, and I felt something on my shoulder. I quickly came awake, my hand instinctively grabbing...for the sword at my side.I saw a servant standing beside me, stepping away from me in terror. It took me a second to realize that he had been the one who had put his hand on my shoulder."I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, sir," the servant of the castle said to me, though his eyes were nervously staring at the sword I held in my hand. I was. "Abe, the bet was that I would pay." I know but it's been an enjoyable evening and meal. I hope it's not over and you will join me for a nightcap at my place. I can more easily afford to pay and you lost under possibly unfair circumstances. You didn't know much about me and Mossy filled me in on you."Her hand was still on mine. It didn't move but lost its tenseness. "That sounds good. The nightcap, that is. I still should pay. You beat me. Bullets don't lie." No, but people do." I don't think. Please bear with me, if there are any mistakes and please do share your feedback at grannylove007 whether it is good or bad.This was the story which happened a few years back when I had to move to Bangalore for a new job. I was new to the city I did not know the language as I am from Tamil speaking family but luckily I found a single bedroom house in a complex where all the flats are occupied by Tamil family. I was happy when I came to know this. Since my house owner is not in India, the house. Then get my bathready."I rushed to do her bidding, less out of fear and more to please her, myheart beating a tad faster, the torrid events of last night fadingalready.I took to my role of a slave girl like a fish to water. I realized thatnot only was I a natural submissive, I relished dressing up. The freedomof a skirt, the feel of soft silky feminine garments, the smell of nailpaints and the taste of lipstick all left me giddy with pleasure.Mistress's two assistants, Jennifer and Jessica, who.