Why don't you dance for me, little one," I told her.She seemed relieved that I would ask such a simple thing of her–I expect she figured I would wan...t some sexual favor instead. But I was not in the mood for that and I had my girl beside me if I wanted such service.The girl began a slow, teasing lap dance for me as pet watched carefully. She knew she may be called upon someday to perform similarly for me or another Master. The girl wasn't wearing much of anything she needed to strip out of so. But she was very soft natured and will speak kindly and courteously with everyone. Whenever I go to his house if she sees me she will enquire about my welfare and she will normally ask me to have coffee or fruit - juice. If I happen to go during hot afternoons she will give me cool buttermilk or sherbet to drink. Altogether she was a very nice woman and I will make it a point to see her and offer my greetings to her whenever I go to his house.But her sister (I will refer as V ) was quite. As she stood there she suddenly became aware of the crushing heat, which began overcome her."Jay-sus Lyd's, it's like the third day at at Mumbai out here, fucking roasting girl. You wouldn't want to be bowling a long spell from the top end in this. Me bollocks are already dripping wet, I'll have to go commando I reckon."The graphic picture caused Alan to wretch despite the fact that less than half an hour before that sweaty cock was up his arse."What's the plan then fuckwit?" Manning turned. Something about that guy, James, and Sarah's looks, and Sarah's suddenly volunteering the help out."It was boring John. I hate when everyone around me drinks heavily and I'm the only one sober. I have no one to talk to."He paused for a moment, thinking."Baby, it's not that bad. I watched you talk to some people, Jeannine, and even that guy James, you must have enjoyed a conversation with him..."I tensed up. How much did he see? He was completely drunk, how could he have seen our conversation in.