Finally, they stopped. Amelia reached for the blindfold. “No! Wait. From here on, I can’t proceed, someone else will be here to er..take care of y...u. Remove the blindfolds only when told. Ok go in, I hope you enjoy your stay.” The girls heard a metallic grinding as the door in front of them opened. A voice said, “Step in. Get away from the doors.” “I’m real sorry with all this secrecy but our current projects are, rather sensitive material and cannot be viewed by the public. Don’t fret, those. I began to study how it was done and what was the safest way. The Internet has proven to be a wealth of information as well as my downfall. I found so many sites dedicated to my perversion that I began to tell myself that I was normal. As I read the stories and stared at the pictures, it seemed that every woman was doing it. I read the stories over and over. I told myself that most were fantasies written by men but some rang true. Some spoke to me. The photos and movies of women doing it were. I lit up a cigarette, playfully ran my fingers over her silken hair while we sipped coffee. Roma said it was sheer madness to come to her house on such a horrible day. I told her I was desperate to see her and hence ventured out. She smiled, she was pleased. The woman in her was satisfied to know that she could raise such passions. Suddenly, a mischievous smile came on her face. She told me since she had already brought out her salwar-kurta I should wear it. She was eager to see me dressed in. “Anna?” I said. We were actually kinda alone for the moment; she’d asked me to follow her out onto the patio—oh, and the reception was being held at the Waterbury. Anna had okayed it, so it was a done deal from the gitgo.“No, nothing. I just had me a random thought, and I wanted to run it by you,” she said.Now, I have never made any claim to be able to read minds, but I was beginning to think that I might be justified in doing so, making the claim. I knew exactly what she was going to.