”Gilly’s eyes were big and round. “I thought we had the only map.”“We do,” Porter said. “We have the only map in the library of Sky Hous..., but that doesn’t mean there isn’t another document repository somewhere in that fortress. Surely there are plenty of hidden or forgotten rooms in its depths.”He took a deep breath. “However we are overlooking the obvious. These men were priests. The map could have easily been copied from archives in Timisoara.”Gilly put down her sewing. “No, that isn’t. "I'm sorry mom; I just realised what I've done; when I fired up the webcam it automatically started transmitting a video stream on my website," I explained. "Speak fucking English son; what the fuck have you done!" mom demanded. "What he's done Audrey, is broadcast your little dress-up and stroking session out over the World Wide Web; that's what he's done!" Wally gloated. "Lucky for you I was logged in and checked the counter; only three people logged onto Mike; err sorry, Michele's website;. They were absolutely delighted when Rahul rang them and insisted on coming to pick me up the day he flew out, and driving me all the way to their home at Baroda.Naturally I was upset at being separated from Rahul after only a few months of marriage, so on the day Rahul left I was quite emotional when they arrived at the apartment to pick me up. His mother, Maya, immediately wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug, holding me for an absolute age as I wept a little on her shoulder, and. " That made me feel really good. Not only are girls trying to fuck me, but they're trying to fuck me because I'm good at it! I composed my self and said "Is that so?" Then I rolled over so I was laying over her. I kissed her some more and started to feel up her tits, and kiss her nipples some more. Then I layed down between her legs and stripped her pants and panties off. It was pretty obvious she had tried to clean up for me, but hair was just starting to grow back. "Sorry it isn't exactly.