..Let me tell you a little about my background ,my family.My parents weren't rich ,mind you not poor either ,they were average.I think they loved each...ther but sex was not something they kept inside the marriage,in fact they were serialcheaters having countless relations ,flings with all kind of people.When my mother turned 40 she realised that her best time was over and she basically stopped having trysts and turned to another friend : alcohol,lots of it ,i came home from school and would. Damn, I thought to myself, so freakin’ perfect- the shoulders, the arms, those magic hands. I wonder what else he could do with them. Dare I admit it? He’s been paid for. For me to do what I want with. Liz, he’s not a robot. I thought to myself. But he can be my toy. For the week, anyway. There’s a part of me that is horrified at the thought. Celine had paid him to have sex with me? THAT was was she meant when she said all that about getting laid? So what? Another little voice in my head. Rao”, Urvashi said. All 3 of them turned towards her. “Oh madam, you woke up. You fell really bad and got unconscious. We didn’t know what to do, so we made you lie down in one of the rooms and started our work here. Hope you don’t mind.” Subbarao said with a smile.“No no, not at all. In fact, good you did. How can I thank you all for this”.“You will get a chance to thank us properly”, Bunty said. A little perplexed, Urvashi asked, “What do you mean?”“Nothing, madam, this guy just blabbers. You. I rang into work and claimed I was ill - I really couldNOT stand being there for even one minute.After a restless night - not even wanking had got me relaxed enough tosleep - I awoke and almost immediately started to plan for my importantvisitor. Clean the house, prepare the bedroom, then get myself ready tomeet the new man in my life.I tidied the bedroom, remaking the kingsize bed with my luxurious redpillowcases and sheets. Candles, incense, CD player ...adjust thedressing table mirror near.