Chapter 10

As soon as Hazun had pumped his balls dry in Bhadra, he crawled between the mem-sahib's lovely long legs and sucked her pussy good.

Bhadra watched for a long while, then couldn't stand it. She began to suckle her mem-sahib's luscious tits and play with her creamy cunt and clit.

Twice they got Katt off. Both were forceful orgasms, and when the last one was over, Katt thanked them and sent them away. Ted would be home soon, and she knew he would be exhausted and worried. She prepared his bath water herself.

Upon his return, Ted said that all had gone according to plan. Chandpur had been on hand to lend assistance.

"He is certain that Beal will have the bones spirited away long before morning. He swears he has a full force of police watching the area. If so, they must be damned well concealed, for Sandor and I looked for them when we left the site, but could see no one."

"They must be there, darling, or Chandpur wouldn't have said so." Gently and tenderly, Katt bathed Ted. As he ate, she sat with him.

"Chandpur tells me that Hunter Beal is wanted in several countries for smuggling. It seems we are not his first victims. If Chandpur has anything to do with it, we will be his last."

Later, Katt lovingly tucked her husband into bed and laid down beside him.

"Everything will be all right, darling. You'll see... everything will turn out fine." She held him close until Ted's breathing was soft and even.

For a long time, Katt stared into the dark. How sad that a man who looked so delicious could be so rotten. Her thoughts strayed to the not-much-on-looks men from the cult. One had been old, one unshapely, one far too thin, one downright homely. Only one had a handsome face, yet an ungainly body went with it. Still, every man, despite his outward weaknesses, had something that the dazzlingly handsome Hunter Beal did not have, she thought drowsily.

They were all fantastic lovers. Not only did they make her feel exquisite rapture, they did it graciously.

With a deep sigh of contentment, Katt closed her eyes. Her life with Ted had done a complete turn-around. She was the luckiest woman in the world to have Ted.

Chandpur, looking tired, but wearing a broad grin, greeted them as the jeep pulled up in front of the tent the next morning.

Katt jumped out and Ted followed. "They gone?"

With a curt nod, Chandpur said, "Got our man. Beal boarded a flight for the States early this morning, along with two coffins. He will be taken into custody by our people as he disembarks. He will immediately be flown back here."

"The coffins?"

"Were exchanged by our people at the airport here. Unwittingly, Beal took empties with him. Your old bones are safe in Delhi."

"They must not be mishandled..."

Chandpur held up a forestalling hand. "I didn't make myself clear, perhaps. They are housed at the museum in Delhi, where there are experts who know how to handle such delicate things." He shrugged. "To me, they look like any old bones. If you'll ready a copy of your documentation on them, I will see that it gets into the proper hands."

"I appreciate all you've done, Chandpur, but I'd rather handle that myself"

Chandpur inclined his head in compliance. "I am flying back to Delhi this very afternoon, if you would care to accompany me?"

Ted smiled and ranged his glance up and down, gauging the man. "You look dead on your feet. Are you sure you're up to it so soon?"

Chandpur's face cracked in a smile. "I will give it my best shot." Touching his hand to his forehead in a mock salute, he left them.

Katt and Ted, arms around each other, strolled across the sand to the trenches where the workers were hard at it.

"One of us should stay here," she replied, sorry to have to turn down the opportunity to shop.