"Babuji, yeh kya kar rahe ho?"

"Dekh raha hoon teri choli ke peeche kya hai." He continued to unhook her blouse from the front as she lay on the bed. Her breasts sprung free as he got the last hook undone; she wore no bra. He squeezed them lightly; the skin was soft to his touch. He ran his thumb over the hardening nipples.

"Nahin, please don't."

"Chup. Let me do what I want. One more word I'll call the police and they'll throw you in jail for stealing." ...