..With a sharp gasp you wake up from the dream, covered in sweat, your bed sheets twisted and tucked around you, trapping you, forcing you to struggle... to free yourself, you walk almost drunkenly to the bathroom, to wash your face, feeling overheated.Looking up into the mirror, you stumble backwards in surprise - you don't look like you anymore. You appear muscular and toned, your skin is inhumanely smooth, face manly and slightly feminine at the same time, and, perhaps the most shocking, five. Just imagine two beads where one bead goes through a hole in the other bead, and are linked that way.”“I can’t imagine how you could get that to happen, except by magic.”“It is just an analogy – an example to get an idea over. We are not talking about actual beads, but metal bead-type links that can move one way; say, up and down. Got the notion?”“Yes, I can imagine that.”“From that, imagine these links going round in a circle, like a necklace string. Now, each of these links is shaped with. As a part of our training programme, we were asked to visit various factories around the country and meet our customers. One such visit entailed me to visit Midnapore near Calcutta. We had a feeder factory there and as such the staff there was bare minimum.Poonam was a secretary cum telephone operator cum stores manager cum taxi operator. She was rich by Midnapore standards and her husband owned at least 4 cars that I knew of and operated a private taxi service in the town. Two of them were in. She could ride, that’s for sure!Later on she admitted she supplemented her waitressing with “comforting” lonely truckers in their sleeper cabs after her shift ended. It was as much for the condom-covered pleasure as the money. She knew that it was much better to have a regular and natural shafting, sharing juices, but safety first. I sure enjoyed her big tits and talented mouth as much as her hot twat, I must admit.So what would she do? I knew she’d be sure to tell me in a sort-of vengeful way..