”Guy 1, “Thanks, Asha, do bride wear this red cloth overhead all the time during the bridal photoshoot.”I knew what they want, and I also don’... want to delay them anymore. So, I told them it’s compulsory during the marriage ceremony. But not compulsory during photo shoot. As per their instruction, I removed my dupatta from my head and placed it on the bed.Now they started shooting me again. My nude back and big deep cleavage were in front of them without any obstruction. They directed me to. ”And just like that, I found myself standing on the mat in the living room in my red lace Boux Avenue bra and panties, handing Liam my skirt and blouse. This was not how I had planned it and it had all gone so wrong in the space of one minute. Moreover, I was about to have to bend over and be spanked by the man with whom I’d been arguing all day and who had just said that perhaps today more than most days, I would have lessons to learn.I stood straight, self-conscious in my underwear despite. She studied Dexter for a moment, as if he was some new species of bug.“You know, I don’t understand you,” Amber said.“You don’t understand me?” Dexter asked rather puzzled by that comment.“Nope.”“I’m a pretty simple guy. At least, I think so.”Amber said, “Something has been bugging me for a while.”“What?”“You told me that you had been laid since leaving your wife. When and with whom?”“I went to Nevada. Prostitution is legal there,” Dexter said.“Really?”“I thought everyone knew prostitution is. Everything worked well exceptthe voice. The best I could come up with was a husky breathyMarilyn Monroe impression.I went to bed that night nervous, but very horny. I could donothing about the former but the latter I took well in hand!The next morning we loaded up everything we had for the drivefrom our small university town to the big city, an hour away. Onthe drive down we talked about a wide range of issues. It feltlike us girls just gabbing away. I used the time to try andimprove my voice.