Had she slipped something into my drink?Nervously, I took another sip when she spoke in her sexy crooning voice, “Relax, jaanu, I’m your wife, don...��t be shy.”She was Yogita, my wife’s niece. 21 years old with a sex doll figure. She’s very fair and an inch taller than my wife, about 5’7″. Stats 34-26-34, with perky boobs and thick jet black hair falling till her boobs. I noticed she was wearing a black lace bra instead of a blouse.Her sharp nose had a ring on the right side. Her slutty, thick. She shot an angry glance towards me but I didn’t stop. She sighed submissively.I retreated my foot right away. She was confused. I sat up, told everyone that I can eat no more, took my dishes, kept them in the kitchen and washed my hands.I went to the kitchen to take some saunf. To my surprise, she followed me there!She: what were you doing there?Me: um, nothing, why?She: doesn’t act innocent with me.Me: well, it’s your fault.She: what-?Me: yeah, it’s your fault. You’re so sexy. (I was trying. Jacob and Bill, her other husband, were not happy at being separated from Janet, and sex had little to do with it. In this kind of duty, 'Michael' could function well enough without Janet, so there was no need to juggle crews. However, the situation could get a little bit tight when both men wanted to be present for Janet's delivery of their new son. People on the other ships agreed to adjust their schedules to accommodate the birth, especially when the crew of 'Michael' agreed to reciprocate. Magazine and belonged to NOW growingup, that a woman always wants to be treated as an equal by a man. It's notthat way for all women though. Certainly not that way for us." "Us?" I repeated, trying to fathom why anyone would want to be kept underfoot.A sex game was one thing but this was real life. "Us. The women in the 'life'. What the Women's Rights Movement gave us wasthe ability to make our own choices. Fine. My choice is to be the propertyof my Master, to do as he commands. The truth is,.