"I take the wine bottle and pour a glass for my mistress. Then Ihover behind her waiting for her every whim, refilling herglass, serving her with more... meat, taking away her plate whenshe has finished. I am hungry, I've been humiliated and the stilettos arebeginning to make my ankles feel sore but I am loving it,dressed as I am as the maid. "Come here," Leah orders.I walk over to where she sits. She turns to face me. Looking mein the eye she reaches up under my dress and pulls my pantiesdown. I felt like shit, but by then I was being guided by my penis, which finally didn't have to take "no" for an answer.So on this Friday afternoon in the month of April, while it was not yet oppresively hot in Texas, Callie and I headed to my place.Like the ignorant teen that I was, I got my hands on a dose of Cialis, the viagralike alternative... just in case I lost it prematurely and needed to recover quickly. It didn't feel any different than when I played with myself - the hardon itself, that. But why are you talking to me about girls?”“It’s because in your age nothing else interests a handsome young man except girls. You must find so many beautiful and sexy girls to keep you company,” I said. He blushed. “Mausi, No girl has interested me. They are all lousy. I want someone beautiful like you or mom. You and mom have everything a man wants in a woman. Papa and Mausa ji are lucky to have you and mom.”“Is that the reason why your dad is always making love to your mom? But I am not so. As she looked longingly at Lara, she made a decision. It was better to find out if Lara had the same loving feelings, and to do that it would mean letting Lara win. So, instead of walking the few yards to the cabin, Emma stood and looked again at the wondrous, fascinating, sensational, stunning, views, now wanting Lara to win the race.Lara saw the cabin and was elated. At last she would win something against Emma. Maybe now she could see herself as an equal and make the approach to Emma she had.