I was standing below her bathroom window waiting for Bhabhi to enter and close the door. After a few moments filled with doubts I heard the door being...opened and then locked from inside the light was also put on so that now light was coming from the window above my head. I heard Bhabhi moving inside the bathroom. I was attracted towards the window like a magnet pulling a piece of iron towards it. I slowly crept up and soon I could see from inside the bathroom. I saw Bhabhi standing in front of. "I just felt like marking my property," he explained.Jori felt him pulling back and suddenly his cock was sliding out of her cunt. "I'm not a virgin anymore," she suddenly realized. She felt a wave of unidentifiable emotion sweep through her. She felt sad and giddy all at the same time. She closed her eyes wondering if, somehow, people would notice something different about her now. However her musing was interrupted as the man stood up and grabbed a handful of her hair. "You made me cum too. I sip my scotch and light up one of the cigars from the box on the bar, its Cuban and smokes wonderfully. I start to speak to the man closest to me as the lights dim indicating that something is about to happen. The lights in the viewing area start to brighten, finally I'm going to see what all the mystery is about, it's funny I haven't seen anyone I recognize. As I take a seat I realize I am looking down into a large gray cement room with various padding, chains, and tables everywhere. As I. Even though the basic plot in mystory is obviously a matter of pure imagination, there are elements,both subtle and not so subtle, that some who are personally familiarwith me might recognize. That said, I must stress that none of thecharacters here is supposed to be viewed as an insertion or a caricatureof an actual person from my own life, no matter what deliberate orcoincidental similarities there may be. In particular, this goes for ourhero, Mr. Caldwell. It does seem that whenever I write.