My favorite was a picture book called “Behind the Green Door” that had photos of really nasty stuff interspersed between the pages of the story as...it chronicled the exploits that went on behind that door. One Saturday Olga came to clean. Saturday was usually not one of her usual work days but this week she had had a conflict so she showed up that morning. Along with her came Greta, her sixteen year old daughter who was not in school that day and could help speed their duties. I knew nothing of. Pain, pleasure, disbelief, horror all flashed through her brain. Sensations instantly overwhelming her mind. She could feel each cock thrusting into her. Ramming hard inside her body. Never had she allowed a man to fuck her ass, now this thing was ramming in hard. Pain shot up her, but with it came inexplicable pleasure. Why she had ever kept herself from feeling this she did not know. The pleasure was added to by the thick hard cock ramming into her pussy. Pushing deep and fast into. Jitu gets shocked.What the hell is happening?Leader of a gang of 22, she is known to be the queen of extortion and murder. A motorbike entry and a shower of expletives often herald her arrival. She is a very aggressive woman and there are always a dozen Viagra tablets hidden in her dupatta or burkha.The businessman, whom Sameera threatened, went to the police and registered a complaint against her. She would go at night on her motorbike to the businessman’s house and ask him to pay money. In. “No why” I asked. Because all your curtains are covered. Can you come out to balcony?” “Ok I am coming I replied”. I got up. Put on my nighty and went out to balcony and asked Prem to be inside The bedroom. Seeing me Nisha waved me saying “Hi Sandy how are you?” I also waved back. She said “I think you were living in memory of Anand and closed the curtains. Or had some one in his place?” She winked. I just trembled and said “What the shit are you talking out?” “Don’t take it seriously I was.