Karen looked up and saw a man leaning against the side of a car, that quaint rounded-top little vehicle that Rajesh said was called an Amby, short for...Ambassador. The first indigenous Indian car, he had said, tapping a picture in a coffee table book of photographs by Raghu Rai, still popular for its powerful engine and roomy interiors. It was an incongruous anachronism in the midst of a crowd of Hyundai, Hondas, Toyotas, Mercedes, Fords, Opels, BMWs, even a Ferrari; a little white island of. Of course since she was trying to get out as I slid in I pushed into her and forced her back into the booth.She glared at me a moment then screamed, "You asshole. What the hell do you think you're doing? Let me out of this booth this instant or I'll get the bouncer over here to make you do it."During this time her husband just watched. It was obvious he wanted to help his wife but at the same time he was not only shocked almost into immobility but he was still so pissed at her he was in no mood. I thought I would share this little bit and I hope you enjoy. First slut wants you to know she adores her Master and his thick fat cock I do not know if I really have any sexual fantasies. But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he wants from her. I love when you talk dirty to me, calling me slut, cunt, bitch, telling me take it up your ass. That’s all your good for is my pleasure, to use when I want, Slut loves when Master is. “The move will be very good for both of you.”We left that reading a little stunned. Each time we looked at each other, we giggled a little and blushed. Somewhere along the line, Treasure took my hand as we walked. We’d started something, even though we were both going to approach it cautiously. We’d both recently come out of bad relationships and were determined to go slow and meet other people.Somehow, though, I never got around to dating Olivia again. Treasure and I were married a year later..