Calming down I pull away enough to look up into Master's eyes. Theyare the same as I have always known them to be. Filled with love and compassionfor ...e. At that moment looking up at him I can feel all that love washing overme washing away all the years of pain and sorrow that I had locked up. At thatmoment I knew with all my heart that Master's love for me could never be takenaway by something that I couldn't control. Mustering as much courage as I can I look over to AJ andin the strongest. And, I guess, that probably covers everything that you need to know before I begin properly with my account of this next little adventure. It is a love story, I’m afraid. A ridiculously-unlikely, somewhat-depraved, filthily-explicit and inappropriately-lurid love story, yeah. But still, in the end a love story. There are… shudder… emotions involved. Just, like, so as you know in advance. Anyway, boys and girls. Oops, sorry, ladies and gentlemen. At least, I hope that’s the case as this is most. She gave me permission to look and I sure as hell was going to take advantage of it.Her legs were trembling slightly and her arms were folded tightly over her small but supple breasts. Her jaw shook rapidly against the cold. Everything about her said that she was cold, but none of it said that she looked like a whore. Of course, the dress was short and strapless, but she could pull it off. Her hair played a perfect veil for her shoulders and back, hiding the skin that was exposed up top. "You. It was a Monday, and it was nothing unusual. Ammi entered her bedroom at 11 am and waited for her lover.He was late that day. I guess she waited almost 30 minutes and called someone a couple of times. Let me tell you that day, Ammi had freshly taken a bath and looked sexier. She was not in her usual clothes but wearing a salwar kameez, hugging her perfect body with no dupatta.Finally, she went to the bedroom door to open it. I was very surprised to see that it wasn’t Venkatesh Uncle alone this.