Another couple of years passed and Kashiram became even more anxious to beget a child and thought about a fourth marriage.Those days a young servant g...rl of my age used to come to our house for routine work like cleaning, washing dishes, making beds etc. Her name was Baasanti, I knew her since early childhood. She was not beautiful by any standards but she had a pair of knockers that would put any of the super models to shame. She used to put on choli (tight skimpy blouse) ghaghari (pleated. She knew she had heard it before but right now didn't care."You are my little bitch in heat now aren't you Lisa?" Cleo whispered."Yes, mistress." Lisa gasped. She couldn't believe it but now not only was she ready for sex; she wanted it! She felt like a bitch in heat with her head down and her ass raised. Her body vibrated with a need for sexual release. Right then she didn't care if it was from her son or Cleo, so long as somebody touched her!The bed moved slightly as somebody new climbed on. "Her mother eyed the young girl suspiciously. "Are you having sex?"Sarah gave a panicked expression and looked around the hallway of their upmarket suburban house. "No, Mum. This is not something I want to talk about. Now I am going to miss my train."Angela put her hand on her daughter's shoulder as she went towards the door. "Not so fast, young lady." Oh what is it now?" Sarah asked exasperated and Angela shot her daughter a dangerous look."What are you going to be doing in London?" I dunno. Jenny had become our constant shadow and pretty much acted as our personal bodyguard when needed, she had been training a lot with Mike and his brother Paul. We had been planning a trip back east to check out the old government and had decided it was time.We were originally going to fly but then decided to take the highway to meet people along the way. We had vastly improved on the two semis and the Strykers we used as command vehicles, they were both overhauled and were now totally electric.