”“Shelby?”“Yeah, did you forget about me?”“No, of course not. I just, I guess I didn’t expect you to call.”“Is it OK?”“Yeah, yea...h, it’s OK,” I said, pulling the phone cord over to my bed.I laid down and got more comfortable.“What’s up Little ... What’s up Shelbs?” I asked awkwardly.“You know you can still call me that, Dork,” she giggled.“Good to know,” I said with a puff of breath.“So, are you OK?” she asked somewhat timidly.“I dunno,” I groaned.“You seemed a little off today,” she said with. “Cynthia, tea for three in the lounge please.”A short girl with coffee colouring that Heather remembered as being introduced as Cynthia earlier curtsied “Yes Ms Anderson.” she said and hurried from the room.Marek took Heather’s arm again and led her from the room, they were followed by the housekeeper.The lounge was yet another surprise to Heather, it would have fitted well into any modern house. Two large sofas faced a modern large flat screen television with a coffee table in front of them.. While resuming the drinking of liquor, he switched on the television with remote. “Have you ever seen a sex film, Latha?” I blushed and buried my face on his chest and said nay. “Watch this Latha. I’ve specifically brought the CD player for us to enjoy” A blue film started running. It was an English blue film. Even while watching the foreplay of the actors, I started to breathe heavily. By this time Athaan had unwrapped my towel and started to slowly caress my breasts and cunt. I badly needed. I turned, gripping the ball, fingers astride the seam, took my run up and laid the ball directly at the batsman's feet but he'd sensed my plan and had taken a pace outside his popping crease and met the ball on the full. There is nothing more thrilling in a cricket match than the crack that's made when leather meets willow on a full toss, if not for the nets, the hit would have made the boundary as a good six or at the very least, a single bounce four. The smirk on the captain's face was.