The sun was setting behind his house and as sweat ran down my body I decided it was time to knock on Mr. Brown’s door. If he had seen me he would be...more than ready, if not I had a backup plan.I put on the tightest shorts I had and a cut-off T-shirt that was so short the bottom of my boobs showed.It took him a few minutes to open and when he did his face was blushing and he looked like he had exercised.“Yes?” he said, eyes running all over me.He only wore his boxer shorts and nothing else. For. “And I see that twinkle in your eye!”Kimmy smiled, “Wonderful memories. I’m sorry for bringing it up.”I shook my head, “Don’t be. I have the same wonderful memories. But we both made choices which led us to where we are, and I am VERY happy to have someone I trust working with me the way you do. I hope we work together for a long time to come.”“Me, too,” she said. “Is there ANYTHING I can do for you?”I smirked, “Under other circumstances, I’d say send Marnie to my room, but that is NOT what I. Some were even so bold to slide a finger over her practically exposed pussy. A few of the women fondled a tit or pinched a nipple. Some commented about its firmness or shape, and the youthfulness of the slave they were attached to.Slave Connie would only smile and nod. She then disappeared into the kitchen to eat her own meal.About an hour later, Master Jim called out. “Slave Connie, you may serve desert now. Start at the far end of the table.”Slave Connie knew what to do. She stepped into the. ’ Swati called out, peeping out of the kitchen. ‘Alright.’ I said, taking in Swati’s visage. She was dressed in an informal, workaday cotton sari. She also wore a cotton apron that covered her front. She didn’t betray any awkwardness about our meeting at my farm a few days back. I did feel a bit shy, though. I also felt nervous & excited, just to hear her voice and be near her again. I tried to distract myself by reading a magazine lying on the center table in the living room. ‘Sameer, will.