‘Believe me, Denise, you don’t want to eat my cooking unless you’re really hungry!’ he’d told her. ‘Oh, you poor, helpless man, you!’ sh...’d said. Then she patted him on the shoulder. She went on, ‘I guess I ought to go to the Mitre, and meet up with Susan and Elaine. It’s been a while since I’ve had a Wednesday night there.’ ‘I think that’s a good idea — you look like you need to relax a little.’ ‘Huh? You stopped passing out the compliments and begun on the insults, now?’ she’d asked, archly.. I give Paul a questioning look and he mouths back to me that Dave just needed to visit the bathroom before he heads home again. Shaking my head, I go back into the kitchen to finish off preparing dinner. A few moments later I hear Dave shout a goodbye and I breathe a sigh of relief as Paul comes in and helps lay the table for our evening meal. Just before we sit down for our spaghetti I need to nip to the bathroom and as I walk in I notice my top laying on the floor next to the washing basket.. I was ready to greet Master’s guests.I had not belonged to Master for very long, but had already been well trained in the basics. When the first man arrived, I was already in my proper slave position; kneeling on the floor, legs spread wide, hand behind my neck. As each guest arrived, I could sense their inspection, and most either squeezed a breast, or patted my bottom. A good slave, however, doesn’t make eye contact unless given permission by her master, so I kept my gaze at the floor.When. Unki teen betiyan he sabse badi kuch 36 years ki uska name megha, uss se choti jinka name he priti or usse bhi choti ka name he shweta jiski age kuch 30 sal hogi. Teeno ki shadi ho gai thi par unke parents ka koi beta tha nahi aur ab unki umar bhi ho gai thi to unse milne aa jaya karti thi par meri najar me kabhi aai nahi thi isse pehle.Sham ko me 7 baje unse milne pahoch gaya unke gar. Unhone muje pehchan liye boli ” are yuvan! aao na bahar kyu khade ho. Kafi bade ho gaye ho aur hansome bhi. ”.