"I dressed as Jason departed to the kitchen.Pondering what was in store for the day, I smiled my evil smile and mentally took in the transformation of...my life. In a way, it is still unbelievable how far I have come. And how far I have brought others.After around 15 minutes, Jason returned, kneeling, as he presented me with my coffee. "Shall I get you a cigar, Mistress. Or shall I bring Mistress Lilly her tray first?" Bring the tray, my pet. Your niece will surely appreciate breakfast in. She loved the feeling of having a cock in her arse and one in her pussy. That heady mixture of pain and pleasure excited her like no other.Five weeks earlier everything she knew and understood about relationships had changed. In the back of her mind she'd always thought that those upstairs were sluts and losers and that no relationship would survive such a lifestyle. She'd thought that those swapping partners upstairs had no chance of lasting. That swinging was a dying couples last gasp.On one. Being a progressiveThinker, I was never against the homosexuality but also I was feeling strange (in a negative way ofcourse) thinking about it.My concentration was killed by a bus horn all of a sudden, it stopped at the stop. It was a newely painted old full sleeper bus with that dirty board that every bus has, written over it: “Delhi to amritsar”. Without wasting a minute, I climbed on the bus with just a bag on my back. I was alloted an upper single sleeper cabin which I occupied in no time!. He handed it back. He made an odd gesture at the machine sitting next to him.The device's lights blinked twice and went out."Very well. You are Matthew Lane. Why dress up?" As a sign of respect." Respect? Why?" Because you were a guest here to start with, here to visit for a family funeral. The Marines like to respect their guests." Do they?" Jacob asked.The room chilled rapidly from his tone."Yes." I know why you're here." Why am I here?" Because my parents thought you could brighten the.