She looked pensive for a second, then asked the questionthat was uppermost in Armand's thoughts. "I wonder where you learned todo that? Even a natural...secret slave would not be so able withoutpractice."Lilianne flushed at Lila's words. The phrase "secret slave" was acircumlocution for a Free Woman who desired the collar's pitilessembrace and dreamed of being a true slave. It was not something anyFree Woman would ever admit to, but many Gorean males held it as factthat all Free Women were secret. Without warning, Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over my chest. Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I got a mouthful of what I soon realised. We checked into our respective rooms. All this while Heena was still in burkha. We took some rest and then I heard a knock on the door. It was Heena and to my surprise, she was without burkha this time with the traditional outfit, salwar kameez.She was hungry and so we headed towards the restaurant and had food. That day just passed by. Next day we had to reach our office in Bangalore for the meeting. As it was meeting of people all over India there was dress code decided wherein we were. Of course he'd go along with her. He'd wear whatever clothes would please her. It was what she wanted. He'd tell her that when she next phoned. The whole issue was too trivial to think about any more. By ten she still hadn't phoned, and he decided he had to call her. As he dialed, he realized suddenly that had no idea where she lived. From the exchange he was dialing, somewhere south of town. But she'd always picked him up in her BMW, or they'd met somewhere, and then she'd always.