Sara followed and I behind her more timidly. He looked up from his laptop, a smile forming on his face. I could only image what the initial thought ...ight have been. Three exposed women standing in front of him in progressively less lingerie from Ms. Benson’s heels, thigh-high stockings (today) and shelf bra to my completely naked.“Good morning, ladies. Pam, Sara … and you must be the new hire I’ve been hearing talk about.”I put my right foot forward and reached across his desk, “Abby. His mother was right, she was his agewhen she died."Emily Windham, March 23, 1850-May 1, 1862. Beloved daughter and angel." She must have been very special, ma'am," he said.Mrs. Windham smiled."Yes she was very special to me," she said. "Just as I know you are toyou're mother and to me." To you?" he said. He couldn't help but think he had only known her afew days."I think an angel led King George through those gates," she said with alaugh. "Because the angel knew you would come." I never. "I got up and opened the door. I saw a beautiful girl of around fourteen years, wearing a loose blouse and a lahenga (long skirt), standing with a big grin on her face. Immediately my cock started to stiffen. She repeated, "Saab, doodh lelo (Sir, collect the milk)."I invited her in and showed her where to put the milk.I asked her, "Tu kaun hai? (Who are you?)"She replied, "Saab, mera naam Bela hai. Main gualin ki beti hoon. Amma dooseri pheri per gayi hai. Aage se mainhee aapko doodh doongi. If she's not willingto listen, she doesn't belong here anymore. I'm not going to force feedher anything. Not food or water and certainly not this." Jessica pattedher pocket where Francis' seed resided in a small glass vial.Abigail nodded. "The wisest course of action."Evelyn's eyebrows slanted up. She looked down sadly as she considered thepossibility. Vicky seemed not to care one way or the other."What about our operations?" Jessica questioned. "Report." We have several new thirsty male.