We chatted lightly until she suddenly shocked me with a very blunt question.“Are you gay?”“Ah… no… I thought you had noticed…” My voice ...railed away into silence.“Yes, I did spot the beginnings of some movement in your pants.”“Oh, I’m so sorry, my apologies…”“And,” she went on relentlessly, “I could feel your eyes willing my top to blow open.”“I am so embarrassed. A true gentleman should never—””No problem,” she interrupted. “I just wanted to make sure you’d appreciate this.”Before I could add. Here is the current tabulation of such deaths. Did you wish any more specific details?” the AI responded crisply.“Narrow the search to male concubines accidentally killed while in Civil Service custody,” I instructed the AI, who then shortened the list by roughly one-fourth.This still left one hundred fifty-three male concubines who had perished by presumed accidents since the start of the current recruiting trip. This was a staggering number, come to think of it, and it was more than alarming. I hear him tell you his name is Mike, the rest of the conversation is washed out by the sounds of the waves. After a short while, I feel your hands begin to apply oil on my legs. Opening my eyes, I look up at you and you remark, "You are starting to get a burn on these sexy legs of yours." I reply, "Thanks Peter you are so sweet." I lay back and close my eyes. Slowly you work the hot oil into my skin, starting at my ankles. You work your way up my legs past my knees and over my thighs.. Thirty-one, 5'10 according to her modeling bio 35C-24-34. I didn't see much of the two of them until I received an unexpected invitation to move in with them. The six-bedroom house they live in is less than a mile from my university. I agreed and instantly hated Rachel. She was about as shallow a person you could ever meet and seemed to resent my presence.I guess it was a Lust/Hate relationship. I hated her as a person, but she was without a doubt the hottest, sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes.