* * * * * Jennifer awoke to find herself in darkness. She was seated naked on a leatherchair, and restrained, she discovered from the feel of it, by b...oad leatherstraps. Her first instinct was a natural one. "Help!" She called into the featureless blackness, "Anyone? Help me!" The sound at least revealed that she was not in some vast chamber, but quitea small room. There was absolutely no source of light, and presumably the walls,floor and ceiling would be coloured black also, giving her eyes. ‘That’s very kind of you, Len, but what am I missing? How difficult can it be to fly to Nevada, spend a day or two interviewing an architect and taking pictures of his project, then fly back with the story? We’ve been through this routine countless times.’ ‘Andreas Toscano is no ordinary man, Catrina. Few architects achieve his level of fame. Those who do become famous are usually known only to other members of their profession, and perhaps to its rather exclusive cross section of patrons. You. "They looked at the books."Do you do it everyday?" I stopped touching myself a long time ago." I am not that stupid Bhabhi. I know that. What I meant was if you and Bhaiya do it everyday?" You really are the limit Alka." Yes or no." If you must know the truth, then I must tell you that your Bhaiya is not as horny as you are. Not even a fraction of the horniness you show." It really must be very frustrating then." Sometimes it is very." Very frustrating or very horny?" Both."They both burst out. There was no sense coating it. If there marriage were over, at least she would have this off her chest. “The truth is, James, while I did it to save myself, I have to admit that ... that, oh hell, James I enjoyed it.” She paused and waited for his reaction again.“You enjoyed it?” He said it in a quiet voice, almost like a statement instead of a question.“Yes. I’m ashamed of myself, but he fucked me to so many climaxes that I lost count. And ... and, he must have had a ten inch cock.” She didn’t.