Uthni der me aunty aa gaye the…me udhar betha thodi der…aur idhr udhar ki bate ki… direct puchta to accha nai lagta tha… phir thodi der bad a...unty se puchta baju me koi new neighbour rehne aaya hee kya..??..tab aunty ne bola ki haa wo abhi din pehle hi shift hue hee…ek choti ladki hee unki aur unka import/export kaa business hee…bhabhi ka name Ritu (name changed) tha…bas bad me me apne ghar chala gaya…ghar jate hi sochne laga bhabhi ke sath kese bat karu…puri rat wahi sochta raha…tabhi dusre. At the end of the corridor, he opened a door and guided me through. It was a private box. Mr Johnson sat in the corner with his back to the grand circle of public seating, and I sat next to him. The seats were a lot more comfortable than the seats I'm used to in theatres, and we had a clear view of the stage. Two glasses of champagne sparkled merrily on the small table beside us.Waiting for the play to start, he asked me about my work at the university and I explained about my research into. The imagery of whipping a naked woman hanging exposed to the wide outdoors appealed to his sense of the twisted and the absurd. It was fantasy come to life. One of his oldest and dearest.He knocked his pipe against his palm when it was empty to clear the bowl. Thoughtfully he put it back in the sealed humidor to protect it from drying out in the thin mountain air. The moisture-tight seal closed with a 'click'.Karin heard him move away from her, leaving her hanging by her wrists. She was. She went around me, lifted her skirt, and dropped her panties. Then sat.I was watching her, and chuckling.“What? I really had to pee, and didn't want to piss myself.” She said, laughing too. “It's not like I have anything that you've never seen before.”“True, but I really don't want to have to drop Matt again if he ever found out about this.” I said zipping myself up. She was watching me tuck my dick away.“I wouldn't worry about it. I don't even think that he remembers that I'm here.” She said.