"Downstairs, I put my glass down and could almost feel him embarrasment asto whether he should lead or wait. When I saw that sweat on his smoothmuscle... chest and a delicoius bulge just where it should be, I decided itshould be me."I wonder if you could fix something upstairs for me?" I couldn't believehow lame the question was but could almost feel his closeness as hefollowed me up the stair.I can't even remember walking into the bedroom before he was on top ofme. He was kissing again and I was. Where was my fighting spirit? As I tried to order mythoughts he picked up his pace and made me groan out loud. Then he shothis wad and something in my mind surrendered. He had turned me into hisbed slave. I was defeated.For the full two weeks, Grant enjoyed me as much as he pleased, however heliked. He had at least one friend over each day and I had to cater totheir individual kinks. Sometimes it was as simple as donning a see-through, baby doll nightie and pretending to be crazed by my. "Yeah, didn't have the greatest dream, I'll admit," I replied vaguely."Don't really remember much about it, but it wasn't nice." Ah, I feel guilty then," Marcus replied, his voice sounding more jovial,"I was having a fantastic dream - about a girl I used to go out with afew years back." Oh?" I asked, making polite conversation. I didn't really want to hearabout Marcus' past sexual exploits, or his conquests in his dreams, forfear it reignited my own thoughts about his - but it was already. How are youLatha told about youMe: hi mam, I am fine how about youMA: call me Mary, pleaseLa: Okey Mary we are just crossing by and thought we can meet you, shall we move rajMa: wait latha have some coffee and go, BTW what are you doing RajMe: I am a BCom student MaryMa: oh that’s good then you should be having some accounting knowledge naMe: yes Mary.Ma: I need some accounts to be taken care of please come when you canMe:ohh sureWe left the place and on the bike, latha was telling “it’s a good.