It’s the ­longest I’ve gone without those thoughts since I got here. But before I can get seriously back to my funk he starts to move, and now ma...be we’ll see.He moves a little and tries to sit up, but whatever it is in his chest catches him again and he sinks back. I go over and hold out my hand to help, and between us we get him into a sitting position. I leave him there and go for the soup, zapping it a few seconds more and pouring it into a mug.When I turn to take it over to him he’s still. Sharma enjoyed the fact that his girl friend was hot and got all the attention. I would wear sports bras and small shorts that showed off my figure intact Mr. Sharma himself bought all the clothes. The gym trainer would deliberately try to touch me here and there and once he even pressed my boob.I told Mr. Sharma about it the other morning but to my surprise he smiled and smooched me and I knew what he was upto. He asked me to seduce the trainer and have sex with him. We left for gym. I was. I didn't really pay any attention to her at the moment, but then I noticed. She kept pushing closer to me so thinking I was imagining it I tested the waters and pushed my leg back against hers. This went on for a few min then I put my hand on her thigh just kinda tickling her lightly. And then without one word being said she look at me and I gave her my best I want you look and I kissed her. A couple seconds but it felt like ages and it was just a long peck. I had had a little experience with a. He was too much the business man, the buyer and seller. He had bought me and I was as much one of his possessions as anything else in his life. He might not want to copulate with me, but he certainly wouldn’t accept my copulating with anyone else. I was like an expensive picture hung on the wall that once he had got it, he never bothered to look at it. It was there to satisfy his ego and to be admired and coveted by visitors, but not to be possessed by them. But I wasn’t a picture on the wall.