He could tell that Ankita was getting into it as he saw her jaw slacken, indicating that tongues were now sliding against each other.Kashish’s hands...were beginning to wander over his wife’s hips and up to her breasts, finally pulling the sash free and moving the dress aside as she pressed her hands against Ankita’s tits and pinched her nipples through the white bra. Ankita’s body was softer than Kashish’s but she still had a tight figure. Ankita’s arms hung at her side, as if she was unsure of. Getting extracted, pulled out of his ‘normal’ life, shook the whole thing to the core. Then, the stupid AI yanked ‘the truth’ out from under him and he had nowhere left to go. Like I said, I found him outside my door yesterday morning, passed out in the fetal position. The AI woke me up to let me know something had happened. We got him to a med-tube but – there was nothing physically wrong with him. He’s sedated now. DECO is going to have someone with a psychological background talk to. I continue to draw it out hoping that it won't take too muchlonger. If they hear her cries, then we both will be killed. A drop ofclear nectar forms at the tip of her nipple as I hungrily close my mouthover it hoping that I'm right.The poor maid's struggles instantly die away as she calms down. I gaze upinto her tear-filled eyes and see a combination of both love andconfusion. It worked! The feeling is mutual as I find myself looking ather differently also. I no longer see her as a means. Seth held the handshake for a moment longer while meeting the Irishman's gaze.He nodded and said, "Agreed. We'll have a clean slate." Good. Good," Cory said effusively. He looked over his shoulder and his smile broadened."I'd like to introduce you to my minder," Cory said.The large man following Cory, winced at his words. He was large but not fat. He towered to about six and a half feet. His hair was a thick, iron gray. His handle bar mustache was thick and wider than his broad, square face..