That started playing on Sangita’s mind and she would often talk to me about it. I too asked Ajay a few times to pay heed to Sangita’s advise and n...eds and he always said it was just temporary and he would be back to his earlier life style soon enough. I didn’t push the matter. However, this phase of his lasted too long and once Sangita called me and asked me if I could meet her in one of our favorite hang out. I agreed and we met up for a coffee. She explained to me that Ajay’s absence at home. We didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, and then nervously I said,”Don’t you think you should text your mom,” hoping that her mom might tell her that she needed to come home. Smiling, as she took out her phone, Stephany quickly sent a text saying, she was going over to a friend’s house and then after sending it, Stephany turned to me and said, “Okay.”Glancing over and smiling, I hesitantly asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Grabbing my arm and pulling on it, Stephany. Well cutting the rest, let me tell you about my sister. She’s my uncle’s daughter. She’s quite pretty and charming. Milky white, with huge milky tits. She had tits quite bigger compared to her age (coz I worked a lot on them). We belong to a Guajarati family, so we had many restrictions. But finally the day we awaited arrived. Uncle & Aunt had to visit abroad due to some work and so they told my parents to look after her daughter. My parents sent me there the same night. Her name is Piya. I was. “That’s the first time any Egyptian ever said my name. You don’t usually call slaves by their names, do you?” “Too many to get to know them all, but I see you around more often than the rest.” Hatshepsut brushed perspiration off her brow. “On second thought, I could use some moisture now.” She plucked a date from the bowl, scratched the skin off, and took a bite. “Busy day again, I presume?” Mikha’El took a seat next to Hatshepsut on her bed. She nodded. “Politics and governance always stress.