Get up and dance.They obeyed and soon the music was coursing through their bodies and Meena and Sujata gyrated to the heady rhythm. They had obviously... watched and practiced dance moves and could easily have given Ashwaria a run for her money. As the music and dancing got more intense, the girls picked up the pace and were obviously enjoying them selves. Reshma had taken to wearing European style clothes at home and started to massage her breast through her blouse with one hand, the other lifted. ‘I'm sorry sir, but I want to make sure.’ He shrugged, confident now hewas dealing with a madman. Nin was trying to make herself as small aspossible, not wanting to attract Kritsada’s attention. ‘You remember thelast time I was here, sir?’ ‘Of course, it was only last week.’I told him about my meeting with Jandaeng after I had left Kritsada’soffice and the way Jandaeng had tried to threaten me if I would not workfor him to spy on Kritsada. I told him about Jandaeng letting slip thathe knew I. I set about wiping the imaginary dirt off of the hood of my car and bent deeply at the waist. I then sashayed to the garage to collect my bucket and car washing supplies. Work didn’t recommence until I was out of their line of sight.I made my way back out and set down my bucket, sponge, and soaps. Oops! Silly me; I “accidentally” kicked it over. Down on my hands and knees, I uprighted the bucket and replaced everything. I really had to stretch and bend to reach everything. Work all but stopped. “Let’s see them all, so I can choose well,” I said, and Wilde snorted like a pig for a second while he took the concubines out into a common area.That was when I noticed her. Damn it, she had to be there! My ex-girlfriend, Lisa, with whom my falling out had been very unpleasant. She looked like a million bucks, of course, having already been modified to be an exaggerated version of her old self. She had chestnut hair, hazel eyes, full breasts, and a rather large booty. I hadn’t seen her since.