My father in law was a renowned professor, and his ex-students often visited him at Kolkata house, whenever they came to Kolkata for official purpose.... One such student was Sk Mushtaq from Bilaspur, Chattisgarh, who was incidentally my husband’s friend also. So whenever he came to Kolkata, we three had a good time. We went to the theater, restaurant etc. So naturally, after my husband’s death, he came to our home (in-laws) but went after meeting my father in law only. After about 3 months when. Phir mein aagay. Kuch din ke baad us din date tha 15 th nov 2011, usdin muje madam ne call kiya jiska naam tha seema. Name change (ashar residency, flat no., I will not tell you it is secret between us). Madam ne bola mein seema bhol rahi hu. Kya aap abhi aasakthe hai, I have some problem in net it not working, so I tell that I will come within 30 minutes. Jaise mein unka door nok kiya who darwaza open kiya, mein usse dekhthe he rehgaya, who ek black blouse or black saree pehni thi, us saree. Come Sunday morning I couldn't sleep with all the racket Laura and her mom were making. There I sat, grouchy, a newspaper to distract me and a cup of coffee my only weapon to beat back the grogginess that seemed to have replaced my body's calcium content, petrifying my bones into a bunch of surly sticks. Go away and let me get back to sleep was the only thought my brain could hold. Laura was on the phone, then suddenly off in the car. My mother-in-law, bless her, knew better than to try me with. “OK,” she replied. “OK what?” “You can tie my hands up.” Jake now came up behind her, pulling her wrists behind her back and wrapping the rope around them. Once he was satisfied he tied the rope in a knot and pulled her back against him. Pulling her hair off her shoulder, he kissed the side of her neck. His right hand slipped under her thong and began to inch lower as his left hand pinched her nipple. “Oh God,” Jo moaned as Jake’s hand slipped deeper into her thong. When his index finger.