This was the third night since Beth had gone and I was feeling a little low. Kathy greeted me at the door with a big hug and a wet kiss, her more-than...ample breasts felt nice against my chest. She was a complete contrast to my slim, but now departed wife, who wouldn't look out of place on a catwalk."Come on in and have a beer," she offered, "I've got something in the oven for later."We settled down for a long drinking session. I think we all felt a little let down by my wife's behaviour. After. “He is toiling there to bring up our only son.”“I understand,” Professor Aravind nodded his head sympathetically. “But, I am helpless. I do have a veto in admissions but I am afraid your son is not a deserving case.”“Please don’t say so,” Shweta was in tears. “We have a lot of dreams about him. If you decline, his studies for all practical purposes might come to an end. He will be devastated. I am willing to do anything to get him admitted here.”Professor Aravind looked up again and smiled.. She spent the night in his bed, her arms and legs tethered to the bedrails, and he having her twice overnight. At dawn she was told to “do breakfast” and it was followed by a good whipping this time with a leather strap over the table end. After the washing up was completed he secured her flat on the table top, then he spent an hour dripping candle wax onto her nipples and pubes before removing it with a crop. His next move was to shave her everywhere from her neck to her toes, following up. Ron began pacing up and down the office when Jeff said "Hey I got it." Jeff sat their reading for a few minutes. His eyes widened with fear. He started to panic. "Ron what the fuck have you started!" Said Jeff hysterically. Ron's simple reply was "What!" "Listen to this. CIA black ops assassin. Credited with 50 assassinations in 5 years. Mostly terrorists and dictators. Top of his class in firearms and hand to hand combat. His last missin was in Baghdad. The details are hidden behind another.