She smiled and I could see that her eyes glanced down to my unruly member, bulging out as if he would burst the bonds of cloth that confined him.
Our lips remained joined in a long kiss of desire. when she broke the kiss I said – Ms. Jane, I want you and Lucy to join me there tomorrow at my Mansion. It is bigger with lots of space and has servants and caretakers to take care of us. Do you agree?
My residence in Delhi before I got it renovated, then was a comfortable old-fashioned farmhouse that stood on the outskirts of the Indian capital town. There were really three buildings, the house itself, and the wing that contained offices, and the servants’ rooms. The house had a ground floor that had a large hall and first floor; a sort of one-storeyed passage gave the servants access-so that at night the family and visitors were quite separated from the domestics, a feature that also will be found to affect my narrative in my future stories. My bedroom occupied the whole of one end of the Mansion on the First Floor and looked out over the grounds, and communicated with other bedrooms and the room generally allotted to visitors separated by curtains and doors.
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