This was the very same reason behind my uncle’s marriage with Anitha Aunty, too. My grandad craved for the holes of women in their family and wanted... a piece of it every day. It gave him greater satisfaction that Anitha, too, was his own.Mr. Kumar was reluctant, initially, fearing the faith of his daughter. He loved Anitha and cared for her. But, the fact his wife, Shanthi, slept around, meant his daughter will not get a better relationship. And, when my grandad also put forward the idea to. "Do you want the good news or the bad news?" I asked as she came out. Even though we had spent the night basically sitting up, she still looked beautiful. At least to me."Can't I get a cup of coffee first?" There's a line for that, too."Melanie rolled her pretty brown eyes. "Give me the bad news first." The earliest we're gonna get out of here is tomorrow." I picked up my laptop bag and backpack. She pulled on the handle of her carry-on suitcase and rolled it along as we headed back to the main. She began by fastening the collar around Amar’s neck and dragging him by the leash around the gym. Amar was on all fours, like a dog following his mistress. Every now and then she would stop and use the whip on his ass; that was the signal for Amar to kiss her boots and work his way up her thighs, cunt, and ass. Sometimes she teased his now massive cock with her boot. Amar saw himself in the mirror muscle- worshipping his goddess with an almost religious fervor.She then lay down on the gym. Morethan that, they were maid's uniforms and all the accessories, even downto the shoes and it was obvious that Lottie had second thoughts about thecut of his uniform. They were French maid's dresses in a variety ofcolours. Two more things were also clear. All the heels on the shoeswere a minimum of five inches high and the measurement of the waist oneach dress were such that they came supplied with boned, lace-up corsets.A long blonde wig was also included, to go over his mousey brown.