Those same rich people were the biggest clients of the slavers. They didn't want to change how everything worked."You can't find a wife? Then you visi... the slavers and check their stock and suddenly you have your own personal whore. All you need to do is feed her, and often times not as well as you eat. You need cheap labor but don't want to pay the going rate? You visit a slaver and get a slave to do it for free, minus the purchase price. See the wealthy and affluent had no reason to help us. I’d never do anything at someone else’s house like ... I mean, just because I’m comfortable at home doesn’t mean ... oh, you know what I mean!” Abby said, grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car. “They said they’d bring me home after, I think they have to go into the city tonight ... so, no ride ... thanks!”And with that, she trotted up to the front door, smiling and giving her friend a somewhat nervous greeting. As Kaylie led the two inside, Abby teased her about her wardrobe. “What? You. He was looking like a real south Indian villager, and it was difficult for me to understand his English properly, and he does not know Hindi properly.Anyway, it was 12 p.m. by now. I started explaining the products, and I am almost finished. I felt his leg messaging my leg under the table. At first, I thought it was just imitate, but it continued. I did not mind or objected also. I thought if I get the cheque in crores I don’t mind him touching me. I finished my presentation.He said ok and. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Jennifer smiled at the pair who had just shared a kiss.Michael put his arms around Jerry and winked as he quipped, “Well, sorry to disappoint. I’m already taken.”Everyone laughed. Jennifer let go of her hold on Niccolo’s arm and made her introductions. “Jerry, Michael, this is Niccolo.” She watched as the three men shook hands before continuing, “Niccolo is Adela’s son. You remember her.”Jerry nodded in agreement as he answered, “Oh yes, we do. Nice to.