"And I understand that. But I want you to know something, Jess." Then she raised her eyes to mine, and I quickly nodded, rubbing my hands on my knees....Gayle cleared her throat and folded her arms."I need to be very clear on this," she stated firmly. Then she paused and took a deep breath, saying, "I'm not interested in a one night stand."I blinked and nodded. "Ok," I mumbled nervously.She kept staring straight at me, unflinching."But you're not a lesbian," she replied in a tone I'd used at. Oh, and I do get the whole pissing thing, but I will only accept it from Marsha or one of your assistant ... Mistresses, which I gather that you will have, judging from the conduct of some women here. That being said, I’ve always gladly swallowed Marsha’s ... and she mine. And we pee on each other when we shower, often ... we just wash it off afterward. We won’t do that while pregnant, though, will we?” Jan concluded.“I think that we have a deal, then,” I shook hands, adding, “I won’t ask you. Don’t forget. I’ll make dinner for you too.In the evening when I went there, she opened that door. She was wearing a nighty and asked me to get freshened up. I cleaned myself and came back to the hall. She came from behind and closed my eyes. I was surprised because she had never touched me.Me- what are you doing?She- you’ll see. Tell me what am I wearing, then I’ll open your eyes.Me- what? I can’t tell it.She- give a try.Me- nighty?She- no.Me- chudidhar?She- no.Me- saree?She- yes. But what. You start to quiver, shake and tremble, you think: “I want to please this man”.You hear yourself starting to pant; sweat starts to drips off your body. A wet patch starts to show on your light green silk skirt, you part your legs and pull him between them. He briefly resists and then lies down next to you; you look in his eyes and reach for him again. You want to feel him in you, but he tells you to wait.You feel how he undoes your skirt, and you start to moan again. You want him to lick your.