They must have had a word or two with him afterthe honeymoon. I couldn't sell effectively if it were not for word ofmouth. I sell top quality merchand...se and my clients know it.When the client arrives at another house, that I use to sell my slaves,I bring him into the sitting room, we talk about his new slave and whathe wants for extras. I have the slave brought into the room and orderher to strip for the man. She does so and in a very erotic manner. Whenshe is done, he starts to inspect her. The darkness was removed and she gulped in as much air through her nose as she could. Marisa stood beside the bed, her posture anxious, concerned. She removed Harriet's gag. "Harriet, are you all right?" she asked, her fingers tugging furiously at Harriet's bound hands. "I'm... fine," gasped Harriet. "Just give me... a few moments... to get my breath." "What happened to Robert?" "I eventually managed to get free and used the towel rail from the bathroom to hit him over the head," replied. " "You have the wrong person, I tell her. "I don’tknow that stuff." One moment I’m kneeling, the next I’m lyingon my bound arms, my head pounding, ears screeching, the whole world spinning.I had no way of anticipating the punch, and I groan in pain and misery. "Jesus, fuck! That hurt my hand! Bitch!" thewoman shouts, and kicks me in the guts, driving the wind from my lungs. "Pickher up!" Soldiers grab my tightly-bound arms and wrench me backto my knees. I sway, my head still. So I picked both of them. Both were ready with liquor bottles and condoms. And both of them were too eager to fuck Pooja. So Mark was driving, and Dean was sitting in the front seat. I was sitting behind.We finally reach my apartment to pick Pooja. All of us got stunned seeing Pooja. She was wearing a black saree. It was transparent her navel and cleavage were visible. She came and sat with me behind. I was so horny seeing her in that saree. I went and smooched her. I literally licked her face.