Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those... who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be put down if an over-enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless. Then over the chat, we have become good friends and slowly our regular chat has turned towards sex.One fine day I have received a call from her telling that she is coming down to Bangalore for another interview which is an mnc and like to meet if I am free in the evening.Then in the evening she has told that her friend’s pg owner is creating a problem and she wanted to move out immediately and take a room and she needs my help.All the way I had been from Indiranagar to rajajinagar and taken. Christ, woman, that was your second time?”“Well, you got me drunk.”“If that’s the result, I may try again.” He found some slippers and wore them -- and nothing else -- to the bathroom. He turned off the lights on his way back. She was in her nightie and under the covers by the time he got back. He took off his glasses and put them on the night stand.He was cold again, and limp, against her butt. By the time she fell asleep, he was warm and less limp.The morning was notably less pleasant. Craig. He was indeed gorgeous, over six feet tall and not a bit of fat on him. She could see his well-defined arm and shoulder muscles as he moved. His arms were tan and his face looked like he had spent a lot of time in the sun. He was no longer a high school kid he was a man, and he carried himself with confidence.Hers' wasn't the only female head in the place that turned to stare at him and Sarah felt pangs of jealously as the hostess leaned over as he got settled in the booth. She seemed to make.