I just pray and open the door.Standing in front in a fluorescent pink saree was Priyanka mam. She had this gorgeous hair which she decided to leave op...n today. Her lips were in a shade of blood red, complementing her fair skin color. Like always, she had worn her saree such that her enticing navel was visible. I simply cursed my stars, looking at Priyanka mam was certainly not helping me with my bulge. She had all this mixture of expressions on her face. Shock, confused, angry, concerned.After. Later, once dinner had been eaten and she had cleaned up, I took her to the bedroom and manacled her wrists to the bedstead. Although I felt guilt, I was determined to meet Alice tonight, knowing that a meal was not really the offer. I told Denise that I had to go out on business and would likely be some time. She said, “Yes Master” and looked up at me… trusting, a stab of guilt, almost had me change my plans.I found Alice’s apartment block easily, being in the fashionable part, in centre of. Stepping behind me you kick my knees apart, I overbalance and my face hits the carpet. My ass is in the air and before I know you grab hold of my thong and rip it from me, you unhook my bra and it falls forwards, I then hear the rattle of handcuffs. Bending my arms upwards and crossing the wrists you click them closed and I hear you walk across the room. If I thought I was nervous before, it was nothing to how I feel as I hear you return. "You are on-time, that's one less punishment for you. Those are the kinds of skills you’re going to need for managing the concubine pool. You have apparent administrative abilities, too, and the colony to which you’re going has a rather understaffed Civil Service. They’ve tapped you and her to help run it, if you’re open to such things.“I know that some people regard the Civil Service as cowardly or unnecessary meddlers, but actually they serve a vital function on the homefront, one that protects the concubines and children from starvation and.