I got up and shivered. Not just because it was starting to get cold in the studio but also because a creepy sensation had started to tingle up my spin...e. I grabbed my vest and turned around. I was facing the window to the control room. It was dark behind there and I could only make out my pale reflection in the glass, like a ghost. The sensation someone was watching me from behind there grew even stronger. I am not easily frightened, but it took a lot of courage for me to walk up to the window. Raj ye saroj bua h or bua ye mera dost raj h ye yha apke sath holi khelne aya h .Bua : (udas hote hue) beta par m widhwa hu or widhwa holi nhi kheltiMe : Are ye sab purani bate h ap esa q soch rhi ho or agar ap ye sab manti ho to m apje sath holi khelne k liye kuch bhi kar sakta hu. Apse abhi shadi bhi kar sakta hu.Bua : Haste hue achha to karlo .To mene mandir se sindur u thaya or unki mang bhar diBua ( heran hote hue) tumhe pta bhi h ye tumhe kya kiya h ye pap h m widhwa hu ye thik nhi kiya. ” Business over we got down to the other business of becoming friends which she seemed to want. “You’ll need to be discreet. The media are wolves here and love to titillate their readers and viewers with salacious gossip. But, of course, we all have our needs and desires. I can help.” I looked at her quizzically. “Oh,” she laughed, “I didn’t mean that. I meant I can introduce you to a couple of places where the journos can't get in and women like us can let our hair down a bit. My wife and I. I didn't know what to expect, but I couldn't wait.Chapter 2Bill and Larry had invited me over for an evening of sex with them, and I'd gladly taken them up on the offer even though I really didn't know totally what to expect. I'd only been with Bill and wasn't sure how three guys went about having sex with each other.We'd all stripped down to only jock straps, and T-shirts and then Bill and Larry had launched into their foreplay and seduction of each other while I watched them. I first thought.