There was a moment.... just a moment.....when I was freeI scrambled to my feet and tried to get away. The guy behind the video camera stepped forward ...nd slapped my face hard. Hands came from behind me, fingers tweezing my nipples to pull me back in an agony of pain."Lie down," the video camera guy said, "on your back. Open your legs."I felt abused and sore everywhere, I'd had things done to me that I'd never done before. I went back to the mattress and lay down. I opened my legs as wide as. I saw them getting inside a maroon Santro car parked at a few feet of distance from Spencer’s. I didn’t want to lose them. I wanted to see where they stayed. My Karizma was parked somewhere on Church’s Street. If I went to retrieve my Karizma, I was sure of losing them. So I quickly thought on my feet and stopped an unoccupied auto-rickshaw going past me.I hopped into the auto-rickshaw and told the driver to follow that maroon Santro. He turned around to turn the meter on and gave me a. . asusual simran dhayan se nikal gayi.. fir achanak3 ya 4 din baad raat ko uska msg aaya ki kya hua sirf ek din ki dosti thi kya??Maine fata fat reply diya ki ” mujhe apni husband ke timming nh pata isliye nh kiya kyo ki mere wajah se apko taklif ho yeh mujhe manzur nh”. Fir usne apne husband ke timming bataye aur yeh bhi bataya ki woh 2 din ke liye bahar gaya hai business ke liye..fir regular baatain shuru hui dhere dhere personal talks.. dhere dhere sex life .. dhere dhere sex chat… aab shuru. There had been traces of makeup onhis face and he had been wearing something lacy beneath his pyjamas.Oh shit, I thought. What's going on? He must be gay, for sure. At thatmoment Paul knocked and came in with a coffee."Jeff, I thought that after your night time adventure we should skipthis morning's physio session and see how you feel this afternoon?" Sure, Paul, if you think that's the right thing." I was a bit short andhe looked at me oddly for a moment and then left the room. Paul returneda.