I knew that I was in trouble. “I think I better go now,” I said meekly. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said calmly. I stood up. “SIT ...THE FUCK DOWN WHILE YOU CAN!” he ordered. “What do you mean by ‘while you can’?” I asked. “You’ll see,” he said with a sinister grin. I clutched my hands and looked down at the oval glass coffee table as he took a chair from the kitchen and placed in the center of the room. “Uh oh,” I thought to myself. He sat on the chair and looked at me. His eyes were. It was autumn and the sun had already lost its vibrancy giving way to the cool light breeze and scattered darkness which was prevalent in and around my suburban home.Initially I thought about coming home with a bang, but it had been a long day, so I had not the spirit, nor energy to do those typical bollywood entrances. I went in, the door being unlocked, and got straight on my bed. The only one other than mom present in the house was our driver Raju. Raju was a new driver, the old one left. Even though he'd thought he'd had his fill of her the night before, taking her twice before curling up with her to sleep, he felt as if he'd explode as soon as his cock felt her hot wet walls around it. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers exploring anxiously, finding the hard knot of her clit and torturing it with circling caresses that had her hunching down on him. He pushed his fingers inside of her, feeling her walls, coated with the moisture of her desire clamp down on them, her. It reminded me of all those things I used to tell my friends that I hated about guys. I mean, come on, who doesn't keep the basic vegetables available fresh in the fridge? He didn't have onions, celery, or carrots! His spices were ancient! Who doesn't know how to cut a fucking roast beef?I didn't realize how much I was pushing him until Wendy piped up and told me how I had been humiliating him all through dinner and then afterward as he was dressing us. In retrospect, I guess it's not obvious.