Address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Do you understand?”I replied, “Sorry, master. Gay sex I couldn’t believe what he was planning. I stashed the parcel in my locker and got back to my tasks. I kept pondering how to put an end to it. Get out!” He responded with a sharp slap across my face. We received it this morning.” He returned to his cabin. I was getting ready for the office. After he left, I returned to my cabin and retrieved the parcel. “Ha! Then my personal assistant, Akash, brought me a parcel and said, “There was a delivery for you, sir. A minimum-wage, blue-collar worker—he wasn’t even fit to step into this cabin.Master said, “What are you thinking, you wretch? I’d never paid him much attention before.He shouted, “Get up and stay in that position.” His tone was harsh and commanding. We received it this morning.” He returned to his cabin. I had two workstations: one in the city center, where the Accounts, Management, and project teams worked, and another in the ECR city suburb, where my office was located with the design team.
