A real Punjabi beauty with right amount of flesh on body.We hugged each other and I took her luggage and started walking towards my car. Everyone was ...hecking her out due to her nice plump figure. We sat in the car and drove off, I asked her whether she’s hungry and she nodded that yes a little bit. We went to a 24*7 and took something to eat and a cold coffee. We went home and went straight to bed to sleep.Early morning bhabhi woke up and got freshen up and was going to make tea but came into. “Quiet the hell down, slut,” he shot me a glare. I knew I needed to obey. I couldn’t test this man’s limits. I breathed deeply, biting down on my bottom lip and waiting for the next blow. Dallas hit me again in my chest, the thin leather straps seeming to fall in perfect alignment with all the spots they’d hit before. I held back any cries, only allowing a soft whimper to escape. He hit me again, this time on my stomach twice. Then on the back of my right thigh. The back of my right thigh. It. And called it a date ... he was relieved when she got excited about it.They planned to go on her next day off, which also made him feel relieved, because if they did that for most of the day, they'd be unable to make love, and she didn't seem to mind that at all. At least she didn't say anything about it. He was mistaken about that, too, also because he didn't know her as well as it would've helped to.It all went very normally, even though, as a couple, they looked very unlike a couple. He was. “Do you agree you need to fix it?” I could only agree. “ Do you admit that throughout our marriage you have been wearing my clothes like a sissy faggot?” I looked aghast. How had she known I cross-dressed? I thought I had been so careful. Shamefacedly I nodded. “Well I’ve bought you some outfits and a wig. Tonight I will be setting up your website and you will earn money on your back!” I started to protest. “Look you can good money, your sissy secret will not be known to your friends and family.