By the time Ashok came back, Savita and the Salesman were done with their act. Savita giggled at him as she praised how hot Savita looked to Ashok.Ash...k wasn’t done with surprising Savita. The next stop was an executive massage parlor. Ashok’s phone rang again when Savita walked into the parlor. Savita was requested to strip and lie down, wearing nothing but a white towel.Savita was always open to stripping. Wrapped in just a towel, she rested at the table when Manoj, the masseur, touched her. She’s looking for our weaknesses so she can play on them. If we defy her, refusing to open our doors, she’ll grow bored and head for easier pickin’s.”“That’s terrific logic,” Thomas said, stepping in before anyone could support Jefferson’s proposal. “Except she could overrun us now; there’s little reason to wait and little chance we could withstand either an outright attack or a blockade. Hell, if we can’t leave the compound, we’ll be losing people by the end of the week.”“We can’t capitulate!”. Apparently she had stepped up her campaign to seduce me. I returned her smile and turned back to my book.Moments later, another note slid into my hand: Charlotte said she's fine with it, if you're game. Are you?I wrote back: When did she say this?She replied: On the phone last week.I concluded the correspondence with this: We'll talk.When class was done, I waited for everyone to leave the room so they wouldn't see me walk out with an erection thrusting out of my pants. I just sat there watching. She was delighted to hear her gifts had turned me on. She was even moredelighted to find out they'd turned Brad on too, and I gave her a thrust-by-thrust description of the fucking he'd just given me. She, in turn,told me about her evening, and the man she'd met up with.It turns out I wasn't the only feminine slut getting fucked this evening!Although, from the sounds of things as she described them, my fuck wasbetter than hers.She text-sighed at one point, and typed, "oh well, they can't all.