I was right, these girls had to look up a bit to meet Borel's and Mckay's eyes.They were perfectly short. I liked a modest height, it made you feel li...e you were overpowering those petite female bodies. Mckay stared working his charms but judging by the blonde's eyes looked so admiringly up at his face. She wouldn't hold out very long.She came up to me and pulled off her jacket, shoes, socks and pantyhose. The other two girls did likewise. She teasingly put a finger on my chest and slowly moved. It wasn’t when I heard the stories I decided I’d be that son of a bitch. It was when I first tried to be that son of a bitch and she shot me down that I knew I would have to be that son of a bitch. * * * * * Markus Publishing dealt in all corners of the world. We weren’t a moralistic or upstanding company—we gladly made propaganda for dictators and lied and slandered innocents in the Western press. I had gotten into the inner circle thanks to my friendship with Arthur Markus—I had sent a few. Initially, we did not have anybody to help us and we were doing all the household work on our own. After three months, one of my friends, Babu, got transferred to Delhi and myself and Ashik were alone at home.I was working as a sales man in a pharmaceutical company and my friend was working in a nearby factory. So, we decided to hire a maid who will wash our clothes and clean the house every alternate day. We enquired with our neighbour and through their reference; we hired a servant maid. "So did mom or dad ask you and Molly to have sex with me too?" Jack asked amazed. He was starting to think the perverse family secret was deeper than he thought."They didn't actually have to ask us, but they know and approve of it. It's kind of a tradition, when each of us turn eighteen, he or she loses their virginity to mom or dad, then have sex with the older brothers or sisters. I guess it sounds really kinky and perverse when you say it out loud, but it really helped prepare me for college.