Perhaps he was right, now that she had accepted the inevitable, the days had been easier.... if only she could rid her dreams of the endless hordes of...slavering dogs with giant cocks which hung stiff and heavy headed beneath their stomachs, dogs which followed her everywhere sniffling at her wet slit and licking their eager organs. One night in her dreams they would attack her, this army of rutting animals that crowded her dreams, and then she would surely go mad... if she wasn't already.... The minute the phrase came out of my mouth I regretted it. Freudian slip for sure. He looked a little taken aback for a minute, then without skipping a beat he replied, “When would you like to start?” Umm….what? He followed with, “Do we need to look at market reports you brought first, or contracts, or did you want to walk through and see the house?Okay, so he didn’t mean what I thought he did. What the hell was going on with me? Was my ego just looking for a little stroking today?I received. I took her to the bedroom and she rested for five to six hours.After that day my wife started behaving differently. She was now hungry to be fucked by Ishwar. But our servant was not at all showing as if he had fucked my wife ever. Neither was he taking any undue advantage. One night my wife said that she wants to be fucked again by Ishwar but I should be inside the house.Again we planned for a fucking season on a Wednesday. This time I parked my car in the market and returned. My wife was. Then either the bricks would be used to build a tall foundation for a new building, or ferried away on a pram somewhere else in the city. Stone was scarce in Oganzar.We sloshed through the bog towards our little boat, an old, gray slender twelve-footer. Everyone in Oganzar had their own boat, as walking any great distance was both tiring and potentially dangerous. If you were unlucky you might suddenly feel the mud suddenly grip your foot and refuse to let go.Before we set off I wrapped the.