As much as I could imagine myself with somebody like you, you would eventually just leave me behind.” I smiled and squeezed her hand again.“Julie,...that is a bit different. I like her a lot. And while she is not stupid, she is a bit of an airhead. I would worry that I would have to explain half of my jokes to her, or I would talk about Chaucer and she would think it was some new band. Or we would be watching the Winter Olympics and she would think that curling was a sport about hairdressing.”. I wanted her too, I had done for a while. That was when it all started. We became lovers and slowly but surely, I became her slave. I am not sure why I became her slave, I gradually fell into it. It was as much Isabel’s domination and directness as it was my inclination to do as much for her as I could. It wasn’t a role I would say that I was comfortable with, but I fell into it with gusto. It must have taken us about a month after that night of lust for her to become completely dominant and. Let’s get into main story; when and all dad was not there at home, mom and aunty use to booze at home itself that Karan uncle use to buy that drinks for her wife and mom but he never tell anything to my dad about that. After my dad went Kolkata next day my mom and aunty told Karan to buy drinks; even he bought that drinks went to office. I use to see all these from my study room. They use to drink in my aunty house itself always mom told me to sleep but acted like slept and after they started. They soon started teasing me about having a suit on at all. It was transparent so why not be honest and just take it off. I laughed. “You want your boss’s wife naked in front of you?” Instead of just answering they scoffed and said it didn’t matter. I was probably chicken or too stuck up to do it. Well, partly because some part of my brain didn’t want to be accused of being stuck up or racist, but mostly because the idea of being naked in front of them turned me on, I stood up, turned my back.