Me : we may be required here for some work. Anushka: entire function is give on contract and we need not worry about anything. Me: Ok.Anushka: don’t...tell any one thatwe are going for a long drive. We will leave by 7:00 I realized that something is going to happen today and I started getting horny.I was waiting for seven. It wasseven and we were ready. She was dressed in beautiful light blue color salwarand though she dressed simple but she was looking horny today.And some where I believed. Being watched had the weirdest effect on me, I could not start to pee, I screwed up my eyes and tried to make out that there was not a girl on her knees, no more than six inches from my crotch. At last i began to do a little dribble, then a steadier stream, then I felt a finger on my clitoris, as it pressed I stopped, as the pressure was removed I started again, it was like an on/off switch. To be honest it was very pleasant feeling and quite erotic. “Keep your eyes closed sweetness”, I heard. I thought about hiring a computer graphics expert to blur out my face, but I was afraid altering the video in any way would call the whole thing into question. I figured I would rather deal with the disapproving looks than be accused of manufacturing evidence. Besides, it wasn’t as if I’d planned to do the deed with Dagmar when I set my smart phone on the mantel to ambush her. She was the one who started it.The biggest downside I could foresee would be if we went to trial and old Bullock was. So much so in fact that we assigned the overture from Mozart’s Cosi Fan Tutte as her sort of ‘entrance music’ - the memory of which is impossible for me to shake whenever I hear it today. We’d spend the time fucking each other like there was no tomorrow with highlights from various operas as our accompaniment but we’d save her favourite track till later when we stopped for dinner. When that time came around we’d sit at the table quietly enjoying the food and the mood; Mozart’s idyllic ‘soave.