I couldn't discern sleep from waking after a period of time. Sometimesmusic would be pumped into my ears. Sometimes it would be my own voice -My Lady...had recorded my begging and pleading for use on a number ofoccasions. Sometimes it was a repetitive mantra, telling me how I wasslave, property, a toy for My Lady to play with. It was a deliriousdream. I think there were periods of the non-stop sounds of women'sorgasms. The noises became inseparable from my own thoughts. Similarly,it was. “So, Uncle, tell me how you want to do this? Do you want me to justunbutton my shirt or should I take it off for you?”“Oh My God, Sangeetha, Do you really want me to do this”, but seeing firmness in her eyes I said, “it would be better if you take it off, it won’t stain your shirt and maybe I think I will suck you instead of wasting the milk. It has been a long time I sucked milk and want to taste it again”Sangeetha uncrossed her legs and sat straight on the sofa. Her fingers went to her shirt. When we’ve finished, we step out of the shower, wrap ourselves in the softest, fluffiest towels I have ever seen, and head back into the bedroom. We cuddle on the bed, pulling the sheets back over us to keep warm as we plan out the rest of the day.Eventually, we get up and dressed. It’s a mid-November morning, so we add enough layers to keep out the cold, and head out to find somewhere for breakfast. I order coffee and orange juice, having never been a fan of food in the morning. I steal. "Browbeating Lavender will benefit no one. If you can think of a question or two then you can ask her. Remember, though, we are talking about something that may be a secret of her people. Granted, she left them under less than ideal circumstances and because of that we don't have a particularly high opinion of them, but that doesn't mean she wants to blab to the whole outside world about what they may or may not have." This is important!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot in a way that made her.