Chapter Four
…”He accepted then?” said Julianne Prakash – formerly Dietrich – from her position on the sofa, sipping at the Chardonnay of which she was so fond from out of a cut crystal flute as her free hand ran itself over the bulge in her younger husband’s pants.
“Please, Julianne,” Rahul squirmed. “Not here. What if Naresh and Parvani…”
“Naresh and Parvani are in their rooms,” she told him as she traced a sharp and crimson painted fingernail along the outline of his excited c**k, referring to his younger step-brother and step-sister for whom, surprisingly enough, she felt something akin to affection.
The above despite the fact that, at eighteen and nineteen respectively, neither of the two were particularly attractive or bright – intellectually challenged would probably have been t
