There were many times, Angel was lucky to shower once a month. It was a gross thought, one that most clients would never consider, but it was fact. An...gel stripped down and turned the water on. She stepped over the edge of the bathtub and into the streaming shower water. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the water run down her throat, down her chest, and drizzle the rest of the way down her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned, leaning her head back into the. To be the dominant rather than one of the slaves.And yes, I believed all that I read - it made sense out of this crazy world I found myself in. My son had used some type of drug to enslave his mother for his own incestuous enjoyment. Its the only thing that made sense of the craziness I found myself in - I just couldn't believe my wife would have intercourse with her own son without some type of persuasion. As outrageous as that 'persuasion' seemed.Then there was the other idea I had; I've. We were standing outside the door and it seemed that Naveen was having some difficulty in putting the keys on the door lock. The moment we entered Naveen didn’t waste any time and pulled me in while pressing me against the wall and kissing me wildly. I tried to retaliate as I didn’t want his roommate to see us in this posture. He started biting my ears lightly and whispered that since his roommate is blind we have no worries.We were such fools to forget that Sumit is blind and I let go of all. I got to his office twenty minutes early. I watched him as he ordered people around. He was so different from my husband who was rather shy. At 5pm he locked his office and took me over to the officers club. I had been in the enlisted men's club once with my husband but this was sheer luxury compared to that. There were soft leather chairs, a big bar, and a stage for dancing. He ordered rum and cokes and we sat down in a booth. I guess he could tell I was nervous as he had me down two drinks.