The real player is Mr.Ranjan, jeet,s boss. Its his farm house. Now madhu & meeta are taking divorce, they are soon sold to Arab from there they might ...ot return. Hope we don’t have to do that in future” asmita raised a concern“What?? That bastard jeet is ruining our life” they kept cursing ….The car enters in a big steel gate of a large farm… then in middle of that a farm house with tall wall around it they park the car inside & took their bags to the house … ramu & sharma men in late sixties &. She had to brace herself to prevent her body swallowing me at each peak.After half an hour she stopped, pulled the nightdress’ hem up and looked at me.“Ricky, could you endure going inside every time I reach the top? It only lasts a few seconds, but stopping myself from swallowing you is really difficult.”“I can try. But please remember that I need to breathe. I don’t want to die on our wedding night, even if that would be an ideal way to go.”“I think, no, I’m sure you won’t. I’ve been timing. After letting them know that he could make a connection for them, he would give us a call at the apartment. Then one of us would go over to the hotel and up to the guy's room. Sometimes there would be work for two of us on the same night, but not very often.Hal called up this one night a little later than usual for a "setup", as he called it. He said he had a client that had just gotten in, some guy who had heard about the hotel's "special delights" through the general corporate executive. I remembered what I was doing there and pulled together a jumble of words outlining my discomfort which didn’t make much sense but she understood what I was getting at. “Ok, ok! If it bothers you that much you can wear one of my dad’s shirts…of course then I’ll have to take it to the dry-cleaners and make sure its ready for when he comes back…” she trailed off into a mumbled as she left the room. “Wait!” I called out after her. “It’s not that bad I can put up with it, sure we’ll be going to bed.