She just had to be alive somewhere. Maybe she took a holiday and forgot to tell people. I did a silent prayer to myself and silently hoped that she wo...ld not be found dead on some pig farm like all those victims of Pickton the pig farmer serial killer out west who killed mostly native women prostitutes and other vulnerable women. Missing women in the area seemed like a good start and I could easily use police statistics to write a quick general story for the Peterborough Examiner about missing. It was Rose and jasmine all over. I decorated it like a suhaagrat bed. It was the same bed where I did my first night (rather unsuccessful one), now my wife will have second first night. Sanjay came at 9 PM. We had dinner together. Priya was wearing Red Sexy saree below her navel and sleevless blouse with deep cut in front and back. Her cleavage were clearly visible. All the time Sanjay was starring my wife and she was avoiding eye contact with Sanjay.We chatted for some time in drawing room.. I used to take 1000-2000 every time I met Alekhya. I wanted to fuck her and at the same used to get money. Life was going very smooth. Once they left home, Anjali called me. She told me to tell the watchman that I have come for a photoshoot in a block 607.I did the same and went to the main door and pressed the bell. As Anjali opened the door I was shell shocked. She was looking like an absolute slut who is eager to get her pussy ripped at any cost. I was also told by Anjali that if I satisfy. “Very naughty!” Fiona purred as she touched the girl’s breasts with her hands, gently stroking her nipples.Diane’s daughter gasped.“In that corner, facing the wall, young lady,” Fiona Stevens whispered.The young Law graduate turned and walked over to the far corner of the living room, rubbing her sore bottom with both hands, before she placed them on her head.“Nose up against the wall, naughty slut!” Fiona snapped, smiling to herself as Zofeya complied.The forty-year-old academic walked out of.