I informed it to my hubby who was ok with the idea and wanted me to do the best. We received the order of dishes for Thai and a few continental dishes... and I was asked to stay a couple of hours extra daily to speed up my course, and I agreed. Amit was going to train me into those dishes.The next day after the classes, Nisha came with a lady tailor and wanted me to get a uniform stitched for the occasion which was a shirt, trousers and blazer. I was taken to changing room and got my sizes. Fuck the little whore just don't stop fucking me." Will you both carry my babies?" I will if you just don't stop fucking me." Can I be in your bed fucking you when Hal comes home?" Yes damn you, yes. Just don't stop; please God don't stop." Are you my bitch now?" Yes, yes, your bitch. Fuck me, please, please fuck me." I can have you any time I want?" Oh God yes. Anytime, anywhere just don't stop" but of course he finally had to after he blew a load in me that I thought would force its way up. If they asked me what I thought of the stereo volume, I'd tell them; but they didn't ask, so I didn't tell, and it stayed too loud.There was a considerable amount of heavy sexual flirting from most of the girls (which, bizarrely, I still considered a negative), and quite a lot of competitiveness. For example, they were often taking personal credit for every aspect of the date they could lay claim to, including some things other girls objected to. The more aggressively competitive girls often. "I can't believe it," she gasped."We have a confession from one man, and he implicated the other two, as well as your husband." But how? Where did he find them? He doesn't hang around with people like that." As we understand it, your husband likes to bet on sports. His bookie introduced him to a man named Edwin Petrike, who engaged two of his friends to do the job. They were to be paid six thousand dollars upon completion of their mission." That son of a bitch!" exclaimed Claire."He's being.