Can we start with dinner?” Fatima put her finger on my lips and said, “Shhh…Beta don’t call me aunty. Call me Fatima. I have made Biryani for ...ou.” We sat down to have the biryani. Throughout the dinner, Fatima was giving me naughty looks as if she was up to something. Then it was time for us to go back to our apartment, but Fatima held my hand and said to Maya, “Bhabhi I will pay you five thousand for a night with him.” And she gave the money to Maya.Now Fatima locked the door and took me to. Never againwill I complain about how long it takes her to get ready to go out, orget ready for dinner, and most certainly not a word about how long shetakes in the bathroom, since it can take me as much as two hours or morein there some days. (I have more areas to shave than she does). The crowning glory however, to my satin confinement is my over theelbow opera gloves that Nadine re-designed for my use. As you mayimagine wearing satin gloves and a form fitting evening gown to prepareand eat. The sun was shining through the large window that were half covered with foils.I sat down on one of the chairs… and sighed as I watched as she carefully began to towel dry her long, black, silken, locks of hair, she was amazing and I was fixed by her smile. Turning slowly she lowered herself on to the chair facing me, installing her feet between neatly between my legs, she giggled as she began wiggling her toes along my inner thighs. I took her foot in my hand and began to kiss her toes, gently. He surveyed the room, ignoring the cop standing behind a huddled captive, who was sitting on the floor. They must have gotten there quickly indeed, because he could see no evidence that things had been rifled through.There wasn't much visible that was of obvious value, though there was a collection of art and art objects that might be worth something. It was hard to tell, these days. People would pay thousands of dollars for art that was created by a monkey or even an elephant. They looked like.