“Some of us will be here—especially for your appointment. Now that paper lists some things that you must wear when you come here. I have also writ...en sizes down for you. Since we have established that you are obedient to me you should have no trouble complying. Any deviation from this will be considered a breach of our ‘agreement.’ Do you understand?”I stared unbelieving at the list. It was all women’s underclothing: thong panties, lace brassiere, camisole, garter belt and nylon stockings. The. My owner and his wife and Geeta were the ones who lived on the ground floor. The owner was a ex Army colonel and so pretty tough to handle at times. Geeta used to stay with them. They came from the same village.She was almost part of that family so to say.Geeta used to come up often and I interacted with her pretty much on regular basis. We met on stairs, she came to my portion to help out some times, she came to help my neighbors sometimes, I met her in my owner’s house some times. I touched. "Wow ... is this all for me?" she asked as her soapy hands slid over my erect manhood."Absolutely," I answered, "though not quite yet."Dried, we went naked to her cabin. Which was significantly cooler than the saloon, so we dived under the duvet and huddled together as we warmed the bed up. It was an opportunity to kiss. She was clearly inexperienced, but so sweet and so enthusiastic it was very enjoyable. Enjoyable? It was indescribable, actually. Once we were warm, I ducked down to suckle on. And now for the news here: We continue to build the base camp, we’re working on pouring concrete floors for our tents- later we’ll put up walls. They are making plans to build a mess hall soon, we’ll share it with Headquarters Company (our neighbors), but for the time we’re still eating in the open. The rains have stopped at last, and we’ll see little or no more until the end of April or early May. It is getting terribly hot and dry, we’re told that the dust will be a real trial before.