The librarian had access to the rare books and everyone thought her above suspicion. No doubt most men were too busy admiring her body to think the la...y might possess a decent brain in her head. She had no trouble batting her eyes and getting passed the enamored guard.I stopped the young librarian on the nearest street corner. If I was wrong in my assumptions, I could always ask her out on a date. Taking the time to explain my current assignment to Mrs. Brady after stopping her I asked to see. She was surprised to see another man with me and I then told rittu that this is Mr gupta and he is a famous film producer.He has liked u and on seeing you he has offered some film roles for you.Rittu has done some modeling assignments before and she was thrilled about the offer Mr gupta was giving to her.I took rittu to a side and told her that she should fully cooperate with guptaji but she could not understand what I was saying to her.I then told rittu to show her strip dance performance to. I stood before him, head bowed and hands behind my back, 'Stand up straight', he barked, 'Put your hands behind your head', he continued, at which I clasped my hands, fingers interlocking, behind my head, causing my breasts to push against my blouse, something that did not escape his attention, as he approached me and traced their outline with his finger.I swallowed hard as the electric shock I felt at his intimacy, He was master and what happened now, remained here.He moved behind me and I. But I still haven't explained why our stuff attracted them. My bad.Here's the 411. What would make a music exec happier than a CD that can't be ripped or copied? A CD that can't be ripped, can't be copied, and self-destructs in a few years. Planned obsolescence: every marketer's wet dream.The Ekasa gurus figured the music boys would love 'em to death for the idea. Sure, the public would get screwed, but they'd sell the new discs as much harder and scratch-resistant. When the CD's started.