‘Knowing English, working much too hard, kissing the right asses…’ ‘Not having to kiss anything else?’ She blushed and shook her head but sa...id nothing, so I poured us both some wine and raised my glass. ‘Here’s to you, Elena. I’m going to enjoy working with you.’ She smiled and sipped and I concentrated some more on helping her to relax. My money was going to be channeled through this woman and I wanted her on my side. About thirty five years old, I guessed, with her face showing faint lines. Rousting my two disheveled bedmates out of bed, I gave serious consideration as to how to proceed. I didn't want to be a dictator but the lifestyle we were headed into demanded that there be some clear guidelines — rules — for the two women to live by. For them to know what to expect, how to act, etc. Hell, I need them as much as they did.If working for the government had taught me anything, it had taught me that Ralph Waldo Emerson was correct when he said "That government governs best that. You are mad after my boobs. You also want me to suck your lund when ever we are alone. You want me to take all the initiatives for fucking. Whenever we are alone, you want your lund either in my mouth or chut or between my boobs. You always want me to be nude with you in the bedroom. You want me to be doing all sort of moves for fucking. You like me to ride you. Am I right, Nitin?” I told her that she was right. I asked her, “Do you feel happy by just making me happy?” She smiled and nodded. Everyone agreed to come.I spent most of that week moving most of my stuff from my apartment to the house. By the time Thursday arrived, I had moved my bedroom furniture, the things in the kitchen, and the stuff from the bathroom to the house. The only things still at my apartment were my clothes, everything in the living room, and a few personal care items.That Friday, after I cleaned the grill, I went to the store and spent about two hundred and fifty dollars on booze and party favors. That.