"So," she said, "when and how did you both meet?" Mum, I'm not sure we want to go into that yet. It's a long, unpleasant story even though it's got a ...appy ending." Lunch can wait. It's a cold one. Let's get any unpleasantness out of the way now."Tina grinned. She could not help herself. "It's quite a long one and we'll probably be sloshed." We'll take a chance on that," said Arthur.So they told the story as they had the previous weekend although Tina dwelt slightly longer on her shame and not. I told you you should not have ditched me in the first place. She said she wanted to marry Sam for his money only.So I told her she can stay free in my apartment as no one is there. I told her under one condition that she will become my whore. She said, “Fine, you already made me a whore.”I took her to my apartment. Every day I was fucking her. She was literally a keep to me. Finally, I told my friends that Pooja is staying in my place and everything that happened in between. All of them wanted. Voila, I’m ready for another day of abuse.My fist task consists of waking up the work slaves, turns out my aunt has a habit of marrying rich men and turning them into slaves, while living of their money. They do the physically demanding jobs around the house, and are stored away when people come over. I don’t really care because they make my life easier, the more slaves she brings in the better for me. It’s also nice to know that I could be worse off, overall I’m treated better then these. She chose you, not him, because your way of dining works for her and your relationship.What is equally perplexing as a man’s desire to satiate his woman is the way her tastes will change with each man she dines with. When I was your age, or younger even, I had my own Chef Johnny who was a wizard at the kitchen counter. He could get me to eat anything, anywhere, without complaint. But what happened after we were finished and slouching in our dining room chairs, both in ecstatic food comas?.