Friday night came around, i was working late at my shop, they dropped by to say they were headed out to have a few drinks, and asked if i wanted to jo...n them. they were both dressed to kill, short, low cut dresses, stockings, and heels. i was filthy, covered in grinding dust, and smelled of stale welding smoke, and it would take a couple hours for me to get back home, and cleaned up, so i sent them on their way. i came home late that night, trying to be quiet, as i figured they were both. A bit of an over-reactor.You can ask anyone whose ever milked a cow, it's almost too easy after you do it for so long. Goats are NOT the same, at least, these goats weren't. Our goats were high quality, and very rare (so says my dad, I never got into the whole pedigree thing). They never stand still, on top of that, most of the time you don't want to get close to them because the males like to hump them whenever possible. The smell almost makes me throw up. After I feed and milk, I get to the. I fell down and passed out.“Prashant Saheb, wake up.” I heard these voices“Saheb, you are getting late. It is already 7 am. Your chai (tea) is ready.I slowly opened my eyes and saw a man standing right in front of me with tea in his hands.“You never sleep till 7 am’. He said. Are you okay”?I silently watched him for some seconds and said “Who are you and is this a dream?”He was surprised and said “Saheb, I think you had taken too much sharab (liquor) yesterday.”“I am sanjay, your valet and. Curly brown hairs lay below my flat stomach and there wasn’t a sign of cellulite on my thighs. There was a make up mirror on the vanity and I held it so that I could look at my ass. Hot damn, I looked good. I was getting turned on by my own body. I pulled the belt from my slacks and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar.