” I was shocked to hear his words that “I am sexy.”Though I was shocked, I also felt proud of my sex appeal. After some time while dancing I fel... that his left hand which is on my slim waist slip down. Oh my! What is he doing? His left palm is on my bum cheek and soothing there.I don’t know what to say, to protest or not.I just kept quiet and danced with him. During the dance, I felt that he even slightly pressed my fleshy bum cheeks. On our return, my father asked, “Seema beti, did you enjoy. She gets bored easily and here she can indulge herself with any of the men we have." "What do you mean have? Do you keep people here?" He laughed at her tone, a mix or arousal, fear and interest. "No pet, many of the people here feel like they can't be anywhere else. We act as a kind of halfway house for some people. There are rooms upstairs that people stay in. We don't ask for anything in return but many of those who stay here work for me as a way of payment." He slipped his hand into her. I moved my nose to the string from the ass. The cloth that was in between her ass cheeks soaking up the warm sweat as it seeped from her pores. The cloth that rested directly on this girl's asshole as she bent and dove and jumped and spiked the ball. The smell was incredible. It was a funky smell that only a sweaty girl can produce. I imagined what it was like to be that string in between those sweaty ass cheeks and experiencing the smell firsthand. I moved back to the intoxicating crotch which. ”“And?”“And I’ll let you girls know when I open it, read the stuff, and have something to say.”“Nasty bastard!”“Have you no patience at all?”“Not much.”“Makes it real easy to tease you.”“Guess so.”In actuality, I was quite eager to actually see the contents, but I wanted to keep the blokes in the lab hanging and show them how “cool” I was. After lunch, however, I opened the envelope. Right on top was a letter that began: “This is to confirm your completion of the two-year post-doctoral.