‘Are you happy now? Can you get off me?’ Anita was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Yes, what Bhavdeep had said was perhaps ri...ht. A man may want to imagine his wife having sex elsewhere but being violated in front of his own eyes while he sat there, tied and helpless! The only silver lining was that he had not hurt either Shekhar or her which he could very well have done had he wanted to.Bhavdeep had other ideas, however.‘Thank you. That was very nice of you’ He slid back. . Baat tb ki h jb mai chota(10-11) tha aur aunty mere ghr k paas rehti thi,unhe bachhe bohot psnd the to vo mujhe apne ghr le jati thi aur mai din bhr unke sath rehta tha,dopeher me jab vo sone jaati thi tab mujhe bhi apne paas chipka k sula leti thi aur mai chote bacho ki tarah unke boobs se chipak k sota tha,uss tym mai chota tha to kch galat nahi tha mere dimag me aur ye unhe bhi pata tha,Kch salo baad vo dusre ghr me shift ho gayi,aur mai bhi bada ho gaya tha,10th class se maine iss par. She pinned it in several places to keep it on and went to the festival. I did not see her in it prior to my arrival to the event.I walked around and saw all the kids having a nice time. It was late afternoon and the weather was perfect. I looked for my wife’s booth and saw several men gathered around it. They were all very attentive to what was going on. Her booth consisted of a large plastic tub full of little cards that had paperclips on each piece of paper. The kids would use “fishing poles”. She had on a dark-blue suit with a long over the knees skirt and a bolero jacket. She wore a white blouse against which sparkled her emerald necklace. The necklace did not fit the rest of the ensemble. It cost a fortune. When it was worn on some fancy occasion, it was a conversation-stopping piece. In the hallway of my modest office, it was grossly out of place.Her waiting limousine took us to an intimate Italian restaurant.Seated in a secluded booth, she launched into the subject that brought.