Another piece of news had turned up. Davie had called during the week, and referred to our earlier cryptic conversation. "Were you referring to girls'...tits, by any chance?" he asked. My heart leapt. I told him I was. He said he thought he knew what I meant now."You remember Claudia?" Did I! Claudia was Davie's girlfriend. Things had cooled off in the last six months or so, he said, until she called him on Wednesday night. Urgently!"What coffee does she drink?" I asked quickly."Shit, how would I. Lekin maine fir se land ko uski gaand me rakha aur uski gaand me daalne laga lekin wo thoda he jaa paa raha tha lekin maine land ussi jagha rakh ke dhke lgane lga dhake lgane ki wajha se mere land ka top thoda sa aur andar chala gaya aur fir se chila uthi aaahhhhhhh bss bss bsss viiirrruu auuuurr naiiiii uuuiiiiiiii auurrrrrr mattttt daalll meriiiii jaaaaannnn dard ho rhhhaaaaa haiiiiiii lekin main halke halke shorts marta raha aur wo dard bhari siskiyan leti rahi main uski chutt ko kabhi. That and the expression of distaste on her face for she was clearing hating every moment of her humiliation. As you finally pushed your coffee cup away and slipped your blazer off and onto the back of the chair, you beckoned your maid to your side. "My compliments to the chef... and tell him to piss off out of the house. You've a garden shed?" Having received an acknowledgement from your slave, you went on, "Tell him to take some blankets and he can sleep there tonight. Oh, and make sure that. He had stripped down to a pair of AussieBum speedos and behind him I could see two guys following him about one hundred meters behind. The New Slave Boy is nineteen years old, skinny, clean cut with a couple of discrete tattoos that weren't not hidden by his speedo and kinky as hell. And very outwardly gay. Much different to the straight acting married guys I've been fooling around with lately.I waved to the New Slave Boy, and he waved back.When he got to where I had left my clothes and.