Anjali had come in at that point and even though they’d spoken Punjabi to each other, I’d picked up that she was demanding he hire a maid. My barg...ining ability increased with that knowledge and the house cleaning idea had been born. I’d seen Anjali’s eyes light up at the suggestion of increased rent on my apartment and I now believed that’s the point where Anjali had switched off our conversation.“In my native land, such imbeciles would not be flogged in the public!” She replied. “But this is. I was mad, but I was scared, too. So I hid under the soap shelves – you know, where the real smelly stuff was. I tried to eat some once, and it was horrible. One time, I tasted it; it tasted like the stuff that Bird had at home in her toilet room.’S: ‘So, you were under the shelves ... could you see what happened then?’R: ‘Yeah. One of the men dragged her out from behind the counter. She was not awake ... sleeping like, but she wasn’t asleep ... I could tell. The man hit her on the side of her. But afterward, as he was driving back to the campus, he pulled into a park and found a really dark road ... and he parked the car. I asked him what he was doing, but I knew what he wanted, of course. He slid close to me ... which was hard to do in the front seats ... and he put his arm around me and pulled me toward him. And I told him that things were happening too fast ... that I wanted to wait and get to know him better, but he kept pulling me against him. He was a big guy, and really. I rubbed it up and down through his pants. "You like that, Dad?" I said as I unzipped his pants."Kelly, stop that! Irene is right outside the door, for God's sake." Yes, Dad. She's right outside a very thick door that I locked." As I said that, I tugged his cock out of his underwear and exposed that beautiful, mushroom shaped head, that I had become very familiar with over the last couple of months. I slid off my father's lap, and slowly slid my mouth down over his cock. I looked up at his.