I look down to her heels and follow the seem of her tights to her hips and arse which were flowing from side to side like a snake. I let my gaze drif... up her back, to her exposed neck and imagine leaning into it and taking a deep breath. We get to the escalators. She doesn't get on till I'm right behind her. I can smell her pussy. She reaches behind and takes my hand and places it on her abdomen, which is covered by her handbag, she links her fingers through mine and presses back her arse. Slowly she felt the canvas bag being removed from over her head and she felt the bandages being loosened and then removed. The light hurt her eyes when her face was finally exposed. Although she tried to look around she found that the bright daylight was too much and all she could actually see and recognise was the green grass by her feet.Now her hands were fastened behind her back and the corset was loosened and removed. Only to be replaced by a stiffer corset but without the electric wires.. I jumped in the back seat. He jumped in the front seat. I leaned forward two feet to push the glass window separating the front seat and the back seat open. Go! Go! I said. He started the cab. He put it in drive and sped out of there. The drunk guys chased the cab for a block or two. Put your address in the GPS. Perfect. Now follow the directions. I said. Look! Brenda! Im driving a taxi. Im the taxi driver. he said. I closed the glass window before I sat back on the leather chair. That nice. Once in a cinema hall called Mehul at Mulund west, there was a film by name Bombay. Every one was telling that it is a good film. I asked my husband to see the film and he agreed. Then I telephoned, Babulal and asked him if he can send some one and get four tickets, including my son (10 years) and daughter (6 years). At about 12.30 he informed that the tickets have been purchased and show starts at 6.30 PM. We had lunch and were resting. Then my husband, Shashidhar got a phone call from his.