I asked her if it was safe or any-body noticed. She was cool. We locked the door & started hugging each other in desperation. In few minutes somebody ...nocked. We got scared. I asked Sunny to get into the toilet. I opened the door & the service-boy was there. He asked if I needed any thing but he was trying to barge into the room & scanning to see if somebody else too was in the room. I sent him away & asked him not to bother me as I was about to sleep. Sunny came out & we were looking at each. As soon as I shut the door, entering the sanity of my home (even if it was a dump), I knew I was not alone. Perhaps it was the sharp scent in the air from cigarette smoke - or the abundant smell of some foreign exotic perfume. Regardless, I stood before the closed door for almost a minute as I evaluated my surroundings.Mother was not due home from work for nearly two hours - and she rarely came home on time as it was. Could she have had some kind of trouble - someone having to bring her home?I. People looked at each other, but tried to do it in a nonintrusive kind of way. The jurors didn't try to make eye contact with each other. They were strangers and each, in his or her own way, was convinced they'd always be strangers. The mystical jury selection process had been gone through and most of them had ended up drawing the short straw, somehow. This was a temporary speed bump in their lives, a civic duty that they had to perform, before they could steer their attention back onto the. He enjoys sex with his wife Latha and her sister Sudha also. They will come now. Let us have some coffee.” Mom held my nose and slapped on my chicks. “Bastard, go and get hot coffee for us.” ordered. Yes mom. I was just going. Then Santaram held my nose and twisted. He held my cock and said” why this is so small.” I shied. Then he laughed and started twisting my nose both sides. I was crying. Mom, Suresh and santaram were laughing. Chinnamma, I would like to drink his nose milk. I will extract.