We’re driving up together since it’s such a long trip. Layla is wearing leggings and an oversized sweater and her hair is in a messy curly braid ...to one side of her neck. I had told her the night before to dress comfortably since it’s a four-hour drive and she took that in all seriousness. I love that sweater. It was mine that I gave her one Saturday morning this previous winter.Her hair looked like it does now, as she stood in the kitchen part of her loft wearing only a tee shirt. I remember. As I went back to cutting her hair, I finally gotthe nerve to ask Mina, "What makes you think I'm gay?"She gave me an odd look. I could tell she was trying to ascertainwhether I was being serious or not.She shrugged for a moment before she said, "Well, you wear such tighttrousers."I shook my head my head as Izzy, her client and Paula laughed, alloverhearing her comment. This resulted in Christine's demanding to belet in on the comment. She snickered once Izzy relayed it to her.I never really. “Now, to explain the little role I have for Fiona tonight so that everyone is clear before I let you loose on these bitches”. “Stand up Fiona and follow me”. I walked Fiona back five or six yards to the bonnet of my car, I told Fiona to get down on the floor and lean back against the grill. “Spread you’re fucking legs you slut and pull your knickers to the side”. Once like this I made sure her tits were hanging from her bra and her skirt wasn’t obstructing the view of her wet shaven hole. I. Ok?” I had to agree. I said, “Ok Baba.” Sunil wanted to drive a hard bargain in my moment of weakness, he said, “And remember your earlier promise. You will fulfill your commitment, agreed?” Without a second thought, I replied, “I will fulfill my commitment. However, I have a condition.” Sunil looked at me questioningly. I said, “I will not be the only one. Jyoti must also join in. Both of us must be cross fucked. Agreed?” My husband was all smiles. This is what he desired. He said, “You have.