Getting the answering machine frustrated him, but he left a message, saying he would be around that evening and to give him a call, and then settled i... with a glass of wine and a book he hadn’t had the chance to dip into. A friend called to ask about his trip and they ended up talking for more than an hour. A couple of minutes after they hung up, he was surprised by the doorbell. He opened it and she was standing there, a bottle of champagne in her hand, wearing some tiny, high-heeled. ”“Wait,” Victoria said, not quite believing that she was even contemplating something like this.“Yes?” Brian asked, making a show of his finger over the button to send the e-mail.“I’ll do it,” Victoria said quietly as she resigned herself to her situation.“You do whatever I want and I’ll delete the photos before you leave. You can say no at any time, but the photos will be the talk of the town by the time you reach your car,” Brian said, making sure she knew the rules.“Okay,” Victoria said,. My body was put to rest. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. I wanted him to continue with my face for some more time, but Bachchu surely had more things to do. Bachchu’s fingers slowly approached my neck. I was wearing a mangalsutra (a kind of gold necklace with black beads – a sign of married Indian ladies) and perhaps that was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage. He asked me if I would remove my mangalsutra. Unlike other Indian ladies, I am free from any prejudice and I willingly. Before you get the wrong idea, she is totally submissive. She will do anything. Anything dear! And she loves it. She really gets off on acting like a slave." Who is she?" she asked. "How did you find her? Are you going to be in trouble with me over this?" No dear. You will just have to trust me. I met her totally by accident and after tonight, you will love her."Just then, she walked in the kitchen. She had her head down and started getting some stuff out of the cabinets. My wife had a shocked.