Even through the wall we could hear her screams.“Is this entertainment?” I said, face red and fists clenching.“It is for those watching. “ Dom...ngo indicated a gaggle of men sat in a line of chairs in front of the whipping post.“And to those who will take over the whipping duties when Hassan and Abdul have tired.” He pointed to three men, stripped to the waist, standing behind the whipped girl.“The punishment being administered is for theft. The girl is not a palace whore but one of the kitchen. Surely, she must’ve realized where my eyes were, but didn’t say anything the entire time. Instead, we continued chatting idly for most of the first hour, with long spaces of silence between conversations. Most of the time, though, I was too busy trying to look down her shirt without being too obvious about it.Finally, I was certain that she’d caught me staring for sure when my eyes lingered on her chest while she was talking, and looked up to find her staring right at me. I thought she’d be mad. Coming to the story. I live alone in Chennai and life pretty much gets boring as my daily routine is the same except for the weekends where something different happens. I am a good musician and I love listening to slow music. One day a new family had moved into my opposite house and the lust of my life was in to. Let tell you guys not too fat nor thin just average with big boobs curvy structure and arse that just bounced whoever she walked. Her figure was 38-28-36. She was on the dark side but. I was so excited; the possibility of being caught was thrilling. Until I saw the police car approaching. My heart sank. When it drove past my husband’s car and into the driveway to meet the homeowner, I realized it was only (only!!!, I wanted to scream) the community’s security company’s patrol car. I remained hidden in the shrubbery as the patrol officer and the homeowner talked in muted conversation. How could he respond so quickly? I was only on the porch for five seconds.I had to escape.