She was excited. Jumping in her 4×4, she drove as quickly as the terrain would allow. Indian sex She found Spencer Street on her way home; it wasn’t quite what she expected. She resorted to some ancient Playgirl magazines she had bought some 20 years ago on holiday. Before she could switch on the computer or the kettle, there was a soft knocking at the door that made Kitty start. The man lifted his visor and she got a glimpse of his dark blue eyes. She hear a voice, strangely familiar, say,
‘Don’t overdo it,’ and then a pad of cotton wool was placed over her nose and mouth and she lost consciousness. The computer in the corner seemed to be taunting her to power it up and satisfy herself with the images
