“He says l’m almost good enough to set up in business,” he continued, “he says l just need to polish up my portrait work.”“Do you have any...here in mind?” She asked.“Brian says there are premises in the High Street up for sale that would be ideal, could we afford to buy it?”“Of course we can,” she replied, “l’ve never touched the money my parents left me, we live well enough on the investments Daddy made for me and the pension from your father. What do you need to do about portraits?”“Brian says. My doorbell rang and I thought my mate came back so I ignored, but after a few seconds again bell rang and it continued two-three times, I got annoyed, it was 1 a.M. In the night, finally I got up and I opened the door, when I opened the door I was pleasantly surprised to see Neha bhabhi. After seeing her, my sleep was gone.She was looking damn hot in a loose white t-shirt and short. My eyes instantly went to her boobs, in between she said,Neha:- I am sorry Kanhaiya. Could you please please. It does not matter if that can be observed by somebody else.• It is strictly prohibited for me to talk without request to do so. For responding questions and confirming orders YES, MISTRESS resp. YES, MASTER is a must. Again, it does not matter if somebody else can hear that.• I am not allowed to wipe off spittle, pee, or come from my face or body without permission which usually is only given when they leave me. This even applies in public.• For my utmost humiliation outdoors, be it in their. They walked across the compound, Trey's penis flapping above the blankness between his thighs, reminding him of what he had lost. Trey's tears dried but left salt trails on his cheeks."That's not going to do," Gordi said when they got inside. "Not at all, Trey. We've got to fix your face. We have to look our best for free people, especially citizens." I don't want make up on my face." Trey muttered. "I don't want to look like a whore." Trey," Phyllis said, "good whores don't look like whores.