“So did I drive the last guy away as well?”“No, he had to cancel due to a family emergency. Tim here is as close as we could get on a short noti...e.”Grandfather got up on the ring apron and waved me over. “I want to see everything. Go about 40% until I say otherwise.”“I can’t, last time the guy’s leg was messed up.”“Turn around, it’s taken care of.” I saw Master Boripat putting some sort of thigh pad thing on the guy. There was an obvious question that needed to be asked.“Why didn’t we use those. The King’s palace stood among the hills and his army was governed by his Cheif Vikram Singh, a favorite of the King. The army Chief was not favorite of the king for nothing else but because the Chief had a beautifully sexy wife who would welcome the King’s massive cock in all the holes of her wonderfully sexy body. I must tell you one thing, since all the characters in this story belong to Northern India, their language of speech is Hindi. So here begins the story in earnest. Maharaj Partap. The 'we' struck Cathleen while the same admission pleased Bri, Lori &Kelly."Very well, Heather. Let's let 'John' come back in a moment. Butremember that you need to return to help 'John' when the effects ofthe hormone transition become too much," Lori said."Yes, Lori. I will," Heather replied.Bri looked to Cathleen, still in shock. "The Heather persona hasbeen programmed to take over when needed. However, we also want toset a phrase that will automatically trigger Heather to come. It gave me a hard-on as well as one of those by now all to familiar knots in my stomach. She was going through with it after all; I thought to my self.What was she going through with you ask? She was going to ask Mark to be her regular bull, Mark that I mentioned earlier that is. The man behind the "anonymous photos." We were to host a dinner for some of our friends this evening. Actually, they were all Sandras friends. I just happen to know them through her. It was to be two of us and four.