Would you like to phone your mother?" Could I really?" Of course! Just take the phone through to the sitting room while I muddle about in here." Thank...you so much. I promise not to talk for too long." Giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek she picked up the phone and went through.I got the pizzas out and unwrapped them and placed them on the grill pan. The oven as usual was not ready. I binned the wrappings. The oven still wasn't ready. How not ready? Two degrees. Stuff it! I put the pizzas in. On our first meet itself, we pleasured each other, and the way Nikhil satisfied me I could say that he likes it rough….really rough. Our first session was in the car at the hotel’s parking lot during the daytime was really excellent and I was not expecting to do that in such a way which was really exciting. After we were done, Nikhil and I had a little conversation.Nikhil: Ma kasam, Janaki…..maan gaya. Tumhe sahi mai pata hai mard ko maza kaise diya jata hai (Damn, Janaki….you really know how. "Madam?" I said loudly.She stepped down, capeless, holding her blue dress together between her impressive hillocks, her posture militantly rigid, her fine face a mask of distressed disgust, one hank of dark hair dangling before her lovely nose. She tossed it back and took a deep breath."Sir," she spat at the man I held at the neck, letting his toes barely touch the road, "I mistook you for a gentleman." Then she looked at me tightlipped and said, "Let go of him."I did and stepped back. She hit. ”I flopped my head back on my pillow, blowing out a deep breath. “Damn.” I glanced left, right, then raised my head and glanced down, and then looked up at the ceiling overhead. “I think I need to pee. And get dressed, especially since it’s probably time to go meet the troops before we head out.”I sighed. “And to tell Lydia that we’ll have an extra wagon in our own party. I’d rather cut off my own arm than see you hurt, but I understand your concerns. Fine, Serana can go along.”They all three.