”To Ben: - “Neither C. nor E. have ever sexted. Both are willing to lose their sexting virginity with the right partner! Your question on my ‘da...e’ is a challenge for a sexting beginner like me. C.”To Christine: - “How come? B.”To Ben: - “I’m accompanying a man on a family outing. I’ll have to be at my best behaviour. I fancy that man somewhat. I call our outing ‘my date’ and prepare for it as if something naughty-date-like might happen. But it won’t! So, nothing real to sext about, is there?. "That stymied Rebecca. "I-I see," was all she got out."Any more questions?" I asked.Nobody spoke up."Good, because the welcome party is about to begin, and I don't want to miss it."As we went down to the main auditorium, which was on the same floor as the dining room, Rebecca started asking questions of Pyx, about her life. My slave didn't seem to mind. Some of them were so personal; I would have refused to answer. But Pyx answered them honestly, without any resentment.They were still talking. Few of the passengers took the lift in whatever vehicle they got; it was time for new bus to arrive. One private bus also arrived but it was not possible to get on it along with Shilpi. I was getting late, she told me to leave and she will manage herself but I do not wanted to leave her midway.After sometime we got one sharing diesel rickshaw, but there was only one seat. It had already started drizzles by then and we were partially wet, so we decided to share the seat. She set on my lap. Oh. I drank the water, said bon appetite and left, but the wife was no longer looking scared, she looked pretty excited, because she clearly remembered me from the mall and I was sure she'd love to fuck me.Next day she texted me that her husband liked the pizza (!!) and I'd have a chance to drop by. In a few minutes she called me pretending to be ordering a pizza. Of course I rushed to my friend's, took the outfit, bought the pizza and got to her doorstep. At least this time they paid me ;) and.