I don’t remember the last time I saw a man dressed so formally. It must have been 2025 or so, back when I used to be a fresh-faced coed ready to tak... on the world. In those halcyon days, I’d thought men in suits were the capitalist devil.He’s carrying a white paper bag that smells of things I’ve nearly forgotten. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a to go bag from Café du Monde.He’s darkly handsome, with chiseled bones sharp enough to cut. Lines frame deeply set dark eyes, and his nose. I’m lower than the shit that comes out of your ass, mistress. Please have mercy on your idiot slave, mistress. I’m really sorry, mistress, I beg you, mistress.” Anjan and I were terrified simply because we had no idea what Janani would do. She has always been a very sweet, nice, cute and harmless little thing till now. She used to like me a lot, out of all of Anjan’s friends and used to always hug me whenever she got a chance, and dote on me more like a mother than a sister. And today, she was. She would pick and choose whose overdrafts to pay every morning based on the fact if she liked them or not. I once saw her rubbing banknotes on her pussy before handing them to customers.She forceD me to sign my mother in law up for an insurance policy, otherwise she said she would refuse my vacation (which was approved and airline tickets paid for over 6 months prior), she told me she would not authorize my bonus money that I deservedly earned, if I did not spend it on increasing the bank. I got a pot of water out and filled it with water before putting it on the stove. I gave her a big hug as she squeezed me back. “Pete, what do we do?”“Why should we do anything? It seems like neither of them is forcing the other, and they’re both happy. They both like boys, so it’s not like they are going to run away together. And at least they can’t get each other pregnant,” I said, which got me a chuckle and a soft kiss. “I say, nobody but us needs to know. I don’t care who she’s seeing, as.