So after much effort and a scary moment or two when I almost fell off the bed I managed to get my feet onto the table top. I really regretted buying h...gh heels with ankle straps at that moment, it would have been much easier in stocking feet. I braced myself and arched my back to the breaking point to give me enough slack to kick my feet at the phone and went for it. Two things happened simultaneously, the telephone went skittering off the other side of the table, and I lost my precarious. It wasn’t as though she was a sex slave. After all, she had added eight more tasks to the Base 12 Slut Manual of her own choosing; and it had been at her insistence that he returned to the Office Whore concept. She could call it off at any time, but why would she do that when she loved being Chad’s slut?She picked up the phone and heard his sexy voice, “Reina, Task 18 in my office now.”Moments later, as she closed and locked his office door, she saw the look of pure lust in Chad’s eyes and felt. Isn’t it cruel with the girl?Nisha- Well, it depends.Me- What do you mean?Nisha- I mean, it depends on the girl and her nature. I agree, marrying 4-5 people is torture, but marrying 2-3 men may not be that bad.Me- Really?Nisha- As I said, it depends on the girl. Maybe she will enjoy being in such a marriage.Me- And how’s that?Nisha- Come on, jaanu. You get to sleep with a different man every alternate day – a new man, a new thrill, new excitement.Me- Oh my god, jaan. What are you saying?Nisha-. They were a team — she was good with people, he was good with money and organizing resources. Perfect. ‘Geneva, will you marry me?’ ‘What for?’ ‘The sex and, er, companionship, doing things together and…’ ‘Michael, you are already married.’ ‘Oh. But I knew that. I wanted you lined up for when the divorce comes through.’ Geneva smiled and straightened his hair and flicked imagined dandruff off his shoulder pads. ‘Well I must say that is excellent planning. But the question is, how well do you.