’ She turned and flared at me. ‘We don’t have anything in common.’ ‘You are quite wrong. In addition to our heights, we have the same social...and academic backgrounds, both our fathers were physicians, you received your MBA at Harvard, mine is from Wharton, the same areas of expertise, many of the same interests, including I am coming to suspect sexual proclivities.’ ‘First I don’t know anything about you, except you say your name is Bradley Rankin and that you are wealthy. From personal. They chatted—mostly about work, upcoming projects, ways to improve processes, and so on. They were so attuned to each other that they finished each other’s sentences— and didn’t even think about the significance of that. Soon, they were at The Ridge. The Ridge—now that is an amazing place. It had been a mid 1800s mansion at one time. The handmade brick façade, large floor to ceiling windows, wrap around verandah with cozy seating arrangements of swings and rocking chairs was almost too much to. Since I was a young man my cock used to become rock hard time and again. And Meena 's gestures enhanced my stimulation too much. She used to borrow magazines from me. I was regularly buying many magazines on computer, films, polity, general topics like Computer Today, PC World, Star Dust, Filmfare, India today, etc. besides some adult magazines like Debonair, Chastity, Fantasy, Fun, etc. But I never gave her those adult magazines. One day when Meenakshi Bhabhi entered into my room I was in the. Pettie surveyed their glowing entry without hope. ‘Fuck off,’ she requested, ‘I’ve had enough of broads.’ ‘You prefer our master?’ The question reeked of approval. ‘All I want to do is get out of here.’ Pettie surveyed them disdainfully. ‘I suppose you’re going to whip my bum?’ ‘Not exactly your bum, darling.’ ‘You needn’t call me darling, you lousy Les.’ Dorinda turned shining eyes to me. ‘May we, please, afterwards, master?’ I signified approval. Pettie saw the interchange. ‘About the best.