Sandra was stunning, dark long hair falling over her shoulders framing a gorgeous face with laughing eyes and a mischievous grin. Not a stick insect, ...he was perhaps a size 16 but in perfect proportions and an hourglass figure. As she bounced on the bed her full breasts threatened to spill out of the simple halter neck black dress she was wearing, the hem of which had ridden up to show more of her shapely legs. I couldn't blame the young steward, no more than 20, for appreciating the view.I. She pressed her full lips together to refresh her red lipstick. She wanted to remove the fake braid and pompoms. But I asked her to wait till I saw her in the act.Prerna: What’s there to see?Amol: To jack off, baby. Ours is not a love marriage anyway.This time I told her to take it easy and slow until I arrived on the scene. She took a head start while I dealt with a guest on the stage. It was almost ten minutes before I started. I pressed the elevator call button only to find Prerna in there.. The person pulled his pants off and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, at least he thought it was a hand. It felt to smooth to feel like a naked hand. Gloved or something? The hand led him into another room. His dining room he thought and sat him in another chair.He thought about getting up and trying to run. He thought about trying to maybe kick his captor. But his fear of being hurt and/or his family kept him at bay. So he sat there in his kitchen chair and anticipated what was. I told her that I loved her, that she was safe. “I won't let her harm you.”When she was still, I called the Police and told them what I had done.I heard the sirens moments later. I opened the door and a young policewoman started gabbling at me but it made no sense. I stepped back to let her in and then there were paramedics and more police. They put handcuffs on me and, in my bloodied dress, they sat me on her sofa while their frantic work continued. I know there will have been a lot of noise.