"I was quite aware that she hadn't told on me but I had to know how she was feeling this morning. She sure seemed scared of me, when she ran off, last...night. "Ellie..." Thank God it's just a cleaning," she went on, pulling her red, wool cap onto her head.The car horn sounded impatiently from outside."Gotta' go!" Ellen said melodically, and she went quickly out the kitchen door.Sitting alone now, I started to think about everything. It was just like the last time. Like she was pretending that it. .In no time i heard a call again “Deepu.. dinner ki raa! Time 9 avthondi!! ” from Malli… I had spent the whole evening in dilemma of thinking whats going to happen next!As soon as I entered in to her home, her husband welcomed me saying “how was the lunch today? ” i replied “good” in a husky voice scared that he might have known about all the conversation from Malli!!To my surprise he replied “Come on! I done believe! I always wanted to run away from her cooking” joking!! I was confirmed from. The tip was just peeking out of the ten inch inseam.“Stop. Now!”She gave me a pitiful look and wailed, “Now, master?”I backhanded her for questioning me. She stopped fingering, writhing on her knees, making little whimpering noises. I unclipped my bowie knife. The handle was antler, ribbed, and six inches long. The blade was another six inches but enclosed in an integral black plastic sheath. I tossed it between her knees.“Cut off your shorts.” She scooped it up and complied. The blade was. The lower half of his body was adorned in a pair of pale blue tight jeans. His hair was well-groomed, blond and of medium length. When he did his first gear change I noticed a ring on his wedding finger. Lucky bitch! I thought of his wife. My driver was very chatty in a friendly South London way and, convinced that he was a hundred per cent straight, I gave no indication that I was gay and lusting after him like crazy. We arrived at my address and I paid him my fare which was cheaper than a.