I was so overwhelmed that I decided to pen down the second part soon. In the morning, Nisha casually went to Harsh’s house and she approached Harsh�...�s mom for some work.Seeing this, Harsh’s face went pale thinking that Nisha was going to complain to his mother. Nisha knew this and was enjoying it. She spoke for some time with his mother while Harsh was behind the door listening to the conversation.He got relaxed when he heard the conversation was about some different matter. Meanwhile, Nisha’s. She was his slave. He owned her body and mind. He did not buy her. She gave herself to him to be his sex slave.She served him and those he would lend her to, in any way they chose to use her. That meant that she did not get out often. When in her master's home, she was kept naked and open for him to use. Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now there was to be a grand ball.She would attend at her master's side and represent him as his. Her room was a haven away from Court for shewas a truly gentle soul that found joy in music and dance. The Courtyardwas filled with trees and songbirds that sang as she danced. She wouldnot eat meat to honor her best friend.To both he taught the skills of intrigue and court, for even in fairytales, that is how things work. The two Princesses learned many thingsfrom the wizard and both began to learn his craft as well. They learnedsimple parlor tricks to delight their fathers and learned to. " I hesitateStranger: "Spit it out, already!"You: "I WAS HAVING SEX WITH MY TEACHER." I cringe, hoping he wouldnt call the cops or anything.Stranger: My eyes widen. "...What?"You: "There, HAPPY?" I turn and start to stomp out the door of your office.Stranger: "Now hold on just a minute! I... I should call the police!"You: I turn. "I...I know...but...please dont I....?"Stranger: "You'll what?"You: "I'll.....give you......Ummm."Stranger: "Give me what?"You: I took off my tank top. "What i gave.