” She said, looking at the staircase.She raised her arms above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there...with her on her back so that he wouldn't be able to resist her availability and ‘his first time’ would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole banister clanged with the noise of. That’s what he would do all right.Then he noticed a pretty woman from across the countryclub lawn. She was extraordinary, blonde hair entwinedinto a lazy French twist, dotted with babies’ breath,softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight bluesatin gown. It was her eyes that captured his fullattention. They were locked on his! He wondered for a moment if maybe they had met before,perhaps she knew his wife. No, he’d have rememberedher. The stare was broken as a waitress. Kich der aisa karte karte mera lun khara ho gya aur mai bathroom mai ja kar mausi ke naam ke muth marne lga. Fir raat ko khana khane ke baad sone ka program bn raha tha, pala aur maussi ik room mai, mummy, mausi aur unka bacha ik room mai aur mai apne upar vale room mai songe. Raat ko maine massi ke boobs ke bare me sooxh kar 5 baar muth mari aur soch loye ki mausi ko chod kar he rahunga. Subah sabhi der se uthe sunday ka din tha, papa ne ik broker se baat ke thi ghar dekhne ke liye aur 12 bje. .. about 5500 minutes, about ninety hours. So basically four days at twelve hours a day gave her a fifty percent chance of opening the door... Could her finger stand that? Well she had ten of them. How stiff were the buttons? ... not too bad. She made a start. She couldn’t write down what she’d done, so she’d do them in sequence, spatially. What was the best way?By lunchtime she was half way through all the numbers that could start 1, and half way through her fingers! She made lunch and watched.