My handlers were silent as shadows while the gurney rolled along. I counted silently to myself and tried to tell if we turned or looped, trying to plo... out a map of the place in my mind. I had no intention of remaining a prisoner. Although how I was going to effect an escape was anyone's guess.I didn't mind the daily, or at least I assumed they were daily, exchanges with the disembodied Voice. It was one way to keep track of time. As far as the questioning went, he/she/it could ask till hell. “Was it Nisha form 4th floor”? Asked Prem, who has heard our conversation. “Yes, you know him? I asked. Yes his husband Vikram is my colleague. I go to their place quite often and he took me in his arms and started kissing me. I was not in mood because I felt as if Nisha could sense something fishy. I said now leave it Prem and told her what she told. “She is a jolly lady she talks like this” He said and continued enjoying me. Nisha is a very beautiful, sexy lady of around 36 years of age. His. It is too late by the time it occurs to me just what I had got myselfinto... I am being viciously hate fucked by one of my peers.A.... former peer.A man who could barely tolerate my aggressive, combatant approach to ourprofessional interactions back in the day. Something that I said, but Godonly knows what, had got under his skin and he apparently never forgot.However, this is a far cry from the inner-office dick wagging that madefor the daily water cooler gossip that fueled much of the. Thrashing about wildly even there in the back seat as her orgasm claimed her. "Here ... give it here," she told me ... pulling me closer, rubbing the head of my prick up and down her slick, messy split, tickling her now somewhat sensitive clit with it even then. I started to ease forward, wondering, but she pulled away, answering that question. "No! That's the one thing I can't ... and won't do!" She said simply. "If this isn't enough for you..." she left off saying."No, it is ... I only.