……. oh Ramesh…… OH DARLING….. … Oh dear….. I love you and I was FINISHED. I reached and got a very good orgasm. I have tightened my legs...and my muscles in side my pussy started losing and tightening. Ramesh understood that I got orgasm and he stopped stroking for the moment. His cock was still dancing in my pussy. I knew that he is still in mid way of pleasure. After few minutes I have widen my legs again and I was ready for another orgasm. The signal reached up to him and again he had started. Neepa convinced my parents. They were happy since I was a loner in the city, and they were worried about my food habits.A few days back, we learned that Neepa is pregnant. Since she has now been into her first trimester, she dominates me less. But I am still a sex slave to her.I opened the door. It was Neepa, and her cook.“Babu, I can’t cook for all. And moreover, your room is so dirty. I have asked Laxmi to take care of your daily chores from today.” Neepa asks.I remembered that I have asked. "It does seem an awfully posh name,guaranteed to give access to the rich and powerful?"Latimer laughed. "Maybe, but my roots are not at all posh, I was born inthe very heart of the Black Country, cradle of the Industrial Revolution.When Queen Victoria passed through the the area by train she was soappalled by the smoke, soot and grime that she kept the blinds on thewindow down, quite forgetting that this was where the wealth of herempire was generated. I was lucky enough to go to Birmingham. Looking at the lady sat on the sofa, she stared over her large round sunglasses as Jack approached, placed her glass down as she let out the faintest of smiles. "Signora, my name's Jack, thank you for the drink," proffered Jack. "All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, no?" replied the lady in a delicate Roman accent. Jack returned a slightly incredulous look, only to signify that he'd heard that only several times before. "Please. sit," requested the lady patting the plump leather sofa.