To serve . The expression echoed in my mind out of nowhere. Between first Robert and now Clare, I felt owned and safe. To serve - it’s funny how the...mind sometimes jumps between thoughts; infinitive, the student in me piped in, and triggered thoughts about infinity, about endless submission. She didn’t gasp, and neither did she moan; instead, she drew whistling breaths, and she growled and grunted in excitement. Her hips rocked back and forth and spread her moisture all over my face. She was. It was a good thing we were playing by the rules, sort of, since they were supposed to be out of town! Plans had changed and they were leaving tomorrow. Alan and Debbie were good kids and they trust them to be alone precisely because they knew the kids would mind the rules laid down.I guess I am glad that there were no clearly defined rules about sex! It was strange, I fully expected to be wracked with guilt, torn up over having what was, for all intents, meaningless sex. I mean, we were not a. But I said I will use mine only as it is not so wet and also the bra size of his wife’s was small to me.I hesitatingly took the saree. He came out with a lungi and banian.. I could see his hairy legs underneath his lungi and hairy chest beneath the banian. Now I went into the room and removed my salwar and kameez and started wearing the petticoat and later the blouse. It was comfort with the arms part but the blouse was bit tight to put the hooks. I thought it would have torn into pieces while. He put his hand on hers before she opened the cookie.“Look, when we’re done here, I’d like to take you back to my apartment.”“You going to show me your etchings?” He was surprised she knew that phrase.“Only the etchings you want to see.”“Okay.” He removed his hand and they both opened their fortunes.“You will meet a beautiful blonde,” he said.“Don’t believe anything a lawyer tells you.” They smiled at each other. They were lovers. They weren’t going to be physical lovers, but they had gone from.