Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my clothes. And equipment. And souvenirs. Off to ...ne side of the Customs area there was a similar area for everyone who didn’t carry a US passport.I waved my hand at the girls and said ‘Come’, whistling ‘Immigration Man’ by the Beatles. No, they did ‘Tax Man’. I couldn’t remember who did ‘Immigration Man’. “Look at the world outside and let me in!”The girls both spoke perfect English. Anyone. These are not supermarket copy machines; you can't just push the green button. The smart ones come back and ask, the rest just end up jamming the machine. If they really screw it up and I can't fix it then we have to call a technician and it costs the school two hundred dollars just for him to show up, so thank you so much for asking."I followed her into the copy center and was surprised at the size of the machines. Two of them were huge."How many do you need?" There are thirty three in my. One Saturday I returned from golf around 2.00 pm and found Angela upstairs in our bedroom. She gave me a look that I hadn’t seen for years and said she had a surprise for me. I was told to strip off, which I did, whilst asking questions which were answered by a sexy grin. She then sat me down in a chair and proceeded to bind me to the chair using thin rope which had already been cut to length, my questions being cut short by the application of a ball gag which I hadn’t seen since our sex life. “Um ... wow. Okay. Look, you better get dressed. For now, let’s talk ... downstairs.” he said, tearing himself away and stepping into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. He needed relief and he needed it now!His parents came home about the time Max came back downstairs, his problem handled, for now. Melanie and Maggie were in the living room so Max joined them, his parents getting themselves a drink and wandering in, a question on their faces.As soon as they were seated, Melanie got.