”(wearing our traditional nine yards saree, you have become a female, looks awful.)“No dee shush, nee dhaan decide pannanum, naan engaathulaey app...ovaey shonnaen, avaa ennaey engaey pesha allow panninaa, (No dear, you have to decide now. I told my folks then itself but they didn’t allow me to talk.) I even dropped hints that I was gay and didn’t want marriage.”“Aanaa nee ennoda lifeaey spoil pannituyaey, Rohan, naan enna pannuvaen.” (You have spoilt my life, Rohan what will I do).“Sorry. She was sighing and a little moan escaped her. She said she was horny as hell but wanted to take a shower and wash her pussy and butt. I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her zipper..no panties again?? I asked her if this was planned and she said Ed had told her about the vasectomy and the samples I needed to have checked and she had been planning to meet up in Reno. I asked how Ed and her sex life was and she said "non existent" and their relationship had been mostly platonic. And this toy was amazing! She’d never felt anything like it.Olaf was sweating with excitement now, his eyes fixed on Sarah. Following her every movement, analyzing the exact level of her excitement, edging her on. He was playing with her – playing with her cunt - with her entire body. And once again, she felt another climax approaching.“You bastards!” she protested. “You sick fucking bastards! Ahhh! Ahhh!”A spasm went through her, leaving her shaking on the blanket as the climax exploded. They had met for the signing of the contract on “neutral ground”, a cheap motel a few blocks from her apartment. She wondered what it would be like. Very grand, no doubt. Master was rich, or at least looked it in his plain but clearly expensive suit of charcoal-grey, and his black tie with the delicate red diamond pattern was obviously of silk; his heavy, angular ring with the abstract carvings and the rhomboid red-and-black opal insert had the shine of real platinum. She had felt so poorly.