’ Music began, greatly amplified through speakers scattered around, filling the small auditorium with the pounding rhythm of tom-toms beating. The h...ouselights went down, leaving almost total darkness, until spots sprang into life, flooding the stage with light. A stocky, dark-haired man, dressed only in a loincloth, entered through the same doors used by the public. He carried a whip and was dragging an equally scantily clad woman, using a short length of rope that also went round her wrists,. May ney us ko sabak sikhaney key liyey us ki finger kaat liya or us ko gussa aaya or woh jaan booj kar aapney haat ki caroo finger merey muh may dalney lagi . Or un finger ko muj say nikalney nahi dey rahi thee kuch dair tak aasa hi calta raha or may ney us ki finger ko coosna suroo karDiya yeh pata hi nahi cala ki woh or may kab garam hoo gaey may or woh yeh bool cukey tehy ki kya yeh sahi hai yah galetor may ney bhi aapna aak hhat us key muh may daal diya or woh bhi us ko coosney lagi bus. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, standing in my living room was the figure of a man. He must have come in through the garage, and then in through the kitchen door I had left unlocked. I usually took care to secure it.Although it was a warm spring evening, the intruder was dressed in long sleeves, dark, and a ski mask. In his hand he held a rather heavy-looking handgun. He didn't point it at me — in fact, he simply stood there rather nonchalantly.But one thing I can. The man was greatly tempted to take her right there. To shove her down on the bar top and to hell with whoever saw. “Your welcome for the drink.” “I was hoping that perhaps I could thank you in a much more satisfying way.” “What did you have in mind?” He all but screamed with the blood flow to his cock. “My place is just around the corner. Why don’t you come in and find out.” She smiled again and turned to leave the restaurant, sure that he was behind her. When they reached the door to her.