‘You just…shocked me.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be,’ she cut me off. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she placed her ha...d on my cheek and stared into my eyes. ‘Make love to me, Andrew,’ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I stared into her eyes and I could tell that she was serious. I kissed her and she slowly pushed me backward until I was lying on my back. She threw one leg over me and sat on top of me. She kissed me and then she moved down my chest, peeling my shirt away. 30 Mistress is ready to leave for work and I dress her in her footwear and coat and she leaves in a taxi. I then have myself some fruit and yoghurt or a bowl of cornflakes or some toast for breakfast with a cup of coffee. Now my day begins in earnest. First I must return to my room and lay out on my bed all the uniforms I will need to wear that day before I don my French maids uniform. This outfit feels great to wear and every day reminds me that I belong to Mistress. It comprises a black faux. Bets and Daya are in the year below Dave and me at school and we don’t normally talk to them. We don’t really talk to any girls, for that matter. Talking to girls is hard.Except on this day my mate Dave had struck up a conversation with Bets while they both waited. That, there, was the first event that I can identify that directly led to my love life. I don’t know what those two were talking about, but they were talking and that changed everything.The chatting stopped as Daya and I reached. And yes, they were.She – What do you do? I – I am a software engineer. She – Cool, I am a fashion designer. I – That must be very exciting. She – Hmmm, kind of. She (Shaking hands with me) – I am Saloni. I – I am Pankaj. Nice name Shaloni. She – Its not Shaloni, its Saloni.Our conversation flew by like this till the time we parted saying good bye to each other. I never asked her of her phone number (that was really very stupid of me). But she had a nice and unique name+surname. I went home.