04-04-2019, 10:59 AM
Ritu watched in amazement as her son, who so far had never ever fucked a woman, had suddenly seemed to have turned professional as he hammered the screaming Savita with increasing frenzy.
A sudden wetness flooding through her cunt brought Ritu back to her senses. Much as she loved to watch the naked couple fornicating on the bed there was work to be done.
Ritu made a quick reconnoitre of the bedroom and decided that there was little of interest there. Mostly almirahs and closets full of clothes and petty household cash. But the smaller, inner bedroom that she reached through an interconnected door was a different matter altogether.
This was possibly the Thakur's BDSM room with a table and bench in the middle. Scattered around were chains, locks and other restraints.On the walls were bars and hooks but the most spectacular item was the life size oil painting of the Thakur and another woman, that Ritu suspected must be Raghu's mother, having sex and that too in the same room itself!
It was an extremely realistic picture, obviously painted with a lot of care from a photograph, but there was something more in it than what meets the eye Suddenly, Ritu's instincts as a Senior Intelligence Officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence kicked in as her eyes travelled from the picture on the wall to the actual wall that was visible in the picture and then back to the picture itself.
The picture was of Raghu's mother, naked, gagged and strapped to the bench -- the same bench that was in the room. The Thakur had gripped her nipples and squeezing her breasts while his penis was embedded in her vagina but his eyes were looking intently at a point in the wall that showed a clear depression -- a depression that was not visible in the wall now, because it was covered by another smaller picture of Savita in the nude.
That was it. Ritu had been a party to so many searches of criminal premises that she knew what to look for. In a trice, she had removed the smaller, nude-Savita picture and running her fingers along the wall, she located the slight crack that when pushed, released a panel that fell forward to reveal a secret safe.
The torch light in her key chain showed that the safe was secured with a Chinese Mingbang lock -- the exact same lock whose keys she had seen in the chain on the Thakur's throat.
Ritu's eyes glinted with excitement and a thin smile cracked her lips. It was good that she had alerted her Dhanbad contact about a little help that she would need but that would take time. The discovery of the safe and the keys were indeed two important steps but there were many more hurdles to cross.
Was Savita aware of the safe? And it contents?
If she knew, would she help or would she be in the way after getting impregnated by Rudra. There were too many unknowns.
--
Ritu quickly replaced the panel and covered it up with Savita's nude picture. Then without wasting any more time she quickly came back to the main, outer bedroom to find the lady and her lover resting in each other's arms.
A sudden wetness flooding through her cunt brought Ritu back to her senses. Much as she loved to watch the naked couple fornicating on the bed there was work to be done.
Ritu made a quick reconnoitre of the bedroom and decided that there was little of interest there. Mostly almirahs and closets full of clothes and petty household cash. But the smaller, inner bedroom that she reached through an interconnected door was a different matter altogether.
This was possibly the Thakur's BDSM room with a table and bench in the middle. Scattered around were chains, locks and other restraints.On the walls were bars and hooks but the most spectacular item was the life size oil painting of the Thakur and another woman, that Ritu suspected must be Raghu's mother, having sex and that too in the same room itself!
It was an extremely realistic picture, obviously painted with a lot of care from a photograph, but there was something more in it than what meets the eye Suddenly, Ritu's instincts as a Senior Intelligence Officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence kicked in as her eyes travelled from the picture on the wall to the actual wall that was visible in the picture and then back to the picture itself.
The picture was of Raghu's mother, naked, gagged and strapped to the bench -- the same bench that was in the room. The Thakur had gripped her nipples and squeezing her breasts while his penis was embedded in her vagina but his eyes were looking intently at a point in the wall that showed a clear depression -- a depression that was not visible in the wall now, because it was covered by another smaller picture of Savita in the nude.
That was it. Ritu had been a party to so many searches of criminal premises that she knew what to look for. In a trice, she had removed the smaller, nude-Savita picture and running her fingers along the wall, she located the slight crack that when pushed, released a panel that fell forward to reveal a secret safe.
The torch light in her key chain showed that the safe was secured with a Chinese Mingbang lock -- the exact same lock whose keys she had seen in the chain on the Thakur's throat.
Ritu's eyes glinted with excitement and a thin smile cracked her lips. It was good that she had alerted her Dhanbad contact about a little help that she would need but that would take time. The discovery of the safe and the keys were indeed two important steps but there were many more hurdles to cross.
Was Savita aware of the safe? And it contents?
If she knew, would she help or would she be in the way after getting impregnated by Rudra. There were too many unknowns.
--
Ritu quickly replaced the panel and covered it up with Savita's nude picture. Then without wasting any more time she quickly came back to the main, outer bedroom to find the lady and her lover resting in each other's arms.
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