Of course the kicker was that they couldn't have their clothes back first."As soon as they left the kitchen I stood up, but you pushed me onto my back...onto the kitchen table and began kissing me. At first I thought you were just congratulating me on winning, but when you started nuzzling my neck, I started to realize that you were more interested in other things. I was trying to push you away so we could go upstairs, but you held me down and... well you're damn hard to resist sometimes.". It went on for close to 1-2 weeks where I used to catch up with Spoorti once a while and with her hubby in casual chat. Spoorti used to love my company and enjoyed our little conversations. She was keen to bring up some topics for discussion and look for my opinions or feedback on her thoughts. She wanted to be acknowledged. Based on my observation, her husband used to hardly have any discussion and I rarely noticed any kinky or romantic acts which a typical couple do. It was one monotonous. I was just about to cry, when I heard a deep voice say, "Can we help you ladies?"It was the boys from the museum! Oh frabjous day! Calloo, callay, as Lewis Carrol said in Jabberwocky.We shyly introduced ourselves and thanked them for any assistance they could provide. Their names were Matt, the sandy-haired and oh-so-cute one, and Greg, the dark-haired and only-a-9.9 one. They were both so tall -- six foot one -- and so broad-shouldered, that we must have seemed like munchkins to them. In our. “Let’s begin. I want to inform you all that on the seventh, this coming Wednsday, a new master will join the house.” The slaves fell silent, glancing around at one another. “He will be running a web site out of the house, one which features all of you. Although he will not technically be involved with the business I run, he has the right to order and use any of you as he pleases. Is this understood?” He asked, staring down each slave, one by one. XXX“Here’s your book, Winter.” Rusty said,.