I needed to ask Lauren a lot of questions. I looked down at Carla and she was fast asleep. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought she kind of look...d like me. Her little mouth seemed to be smiling, like she had finally found a place where she felt calm and safe."Tell me more about Carla. Let's assume she's mine. I'll need a paternity test just to be on the safe side." Lauren nodded. "When was she born?" Pretty much nine months to the day after we made love in the training room. She's four. I slump down on the table. Some of the Vaseline has found its way out, softened, and gives me the impression of cum streaming down my legs to my feet. God, I wish it was!These thoughts leave me, as I luxuriate in the aftermath of my degradation. I can give no more. I am the whore of whores. I shout this in exhilaration. I am lying on my back, offering my body to any taker, for any obscenity, for any humiliation. This appears to be a little too extreme for the ladies as a whole, but not for one. My heart pounding.The next hour passes like an itch. I pack up and head to my hotel to get changed and clean up. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. I'm very likely reading the whole situation wrong. I head to the bar for a quick drink to ease my nerves, then off to the Mondrian. When I arrive, she isn't there. I order a Manhattan and settle in to a high-top.A few minutes later, she walks in. Dark jeans, high heels and a sheer gray, loose tank top. Her necklace hangs into the open. I said: You are such a tease bhabhi, you know. I really envy you for doing that. By the way, if it happens, will you just watch us or…?Shobha: Or what?I wink and continue: Or will you join us too? Hahaha!Shobha bites her lips and answers: Well, that depends, depends if your girlfriend would allow me to invade in between you guys!Fuck, she just started talking about a threesome. Damn, my sister-in-law is a fucking sexy female who won’t mind having a conversation on a threesome.Me: Oh! So you.