......------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At least 3 weeks had passed. Amber was relieved that he didn't tell anyone and yet still secretly aroused by the fact he enjoyed it so much. But alas, she told herself that would never happen again. Ever. The 3. Ranjani then took the jutti and went into the bedroom. After wearing the cloth she came and they both left.Aunty closed the door and glared at me. She did not say anything but silently pointed out to me the puddle formed by Ranjani's urine and my semen on the floor. It had not completely dried. She asked me "what is it?". I said "nothing — some water has fallen". Aunty brought a mopping cloth and wiped there. She said nothing and I felt very uneasy. I noticed her anger. She served my dinner. “They was luverly, and we wondered if there was any more you would let us ‘ave?” I wondered at the sudden cockney style of talking, Robbie usually spoke fairly well. “See, we ‘re putting togever a portfolio of wimen and you would look good innit.”“We shall see.” She dismissed him as easily as that and turned to me, raising an eyebrow as she did. “I really am quite keen on acting out the fantasy described in my letter.” She paused and raised her hand as if in defence. “Although, one does not. The Devil, at your service." He nodded his head, before returning his stare to you."Are you gonna kill me?" Certainly not, I never kill a client." he responded."Client?" you pondered, wondering what he was talking about."Yes, I heard your offer. Your soul for one sexual experience with Ms. Britney Spears. I have come to tell you that I would be willing to accept these terms." You're serious!?" Quite. Now do we have a deal." No." His eyes flared a bit at this, he looked like he was about to.