As I took a step into the clearing a bunch of men stepped out from behind the trees, there were at least 50 men, all of them older gentleman my father... age or more. I sucked in a breath of air as I gasped, suddenly I felt a cloth wrap around my face and nose I felt instantly lightheaded and my muscles felt weaker and very floppy. As I was loosing consciousness I felt what was probably a syringe sting my neck as I was injected with something. It made my heart rate get faster as I took deeper. I silently returned to the room and after 15 minutes my chichi saas came and found me awake so she asked why I am not sleeping and she was looking very weak and weepy and I said when I was returning from the toilet I saw everything and she broke in weep and told me my chacha Sasur is performing some kind of aghori rituals and consuming ganja and after that he fucks her mercilessly to get a child and he in that state is totally barbaric and does not care about her and she is weak and can’t take. In early June he brought these three beautiful blondes to my desk and said, “Bill, I want you to meet my daughters. They’re called Pine, Oak and Maple because they’re such wooden heads.” He laughed; the girls didn’t. “They want to work here this summer. OK? So put ‘em to work. They’re out of school until September.”I found some chairs and they sat. They could have been triplets, almost. Three golden blondes with long legs and exciting bodies, all dressed for success. “You all can type, I. I remember her walking into the coffee shop, wearing a salwar and keeping pace with her husband who took confident strides towards my table.Once we sat down and introduced each other, she handed me her resume.She wasn’t young. Relatively experienced.There was no need for a formal interview. I had sensed an aura of maturity around her and had hired her without a second thought.She didn’t disappoint. As my PA, she was crucial in ensuring that my every activities took place systematically.The.