She and her dance partner were locked in an embrace and he had his hands up her shirt fondling her breasts.I decided to put a stop to this nonsense an... went to break it up.The guy looked shocked when I grabbed her by the shoulders and started to pull her away.He started to take a step towards me, but my wife stepped in."Hold it. Let's not go getting all macho and start a fight. Let me talk to this guy," my wife said, meaning me.She took me aside and asked if I was having fun yet. I told her I. ‘Who are y-you?’ Erin croaked, tired and afraid of whom she saw before her. There was silence as he continued to stare at her unblinkingly. Erin felt a chill travel up her spine as she stared back at him. When he spoke his voice was deep and powerful, with a heavy accent. ‘I am your master, for when you came home with me you became my property. You are my slave and will do as my bidding until I see fit. Do you understand?’ The words drove home straight to Erin’s heart. Despair began to fill. She was a dusky, thick woman with boobs that were at least C cup. She had a beautiful ass, and her thighs were thick. She was curvy in the right places. I saw she had a mole right above her tits which made me go bonkers.During dinner, we discussed different things, life, family career. We wished we had kept in touch but grew up with less technology than now. After a nice dinner, I drove her around Hyderabad. We went home with a bottle of wine and some chips.We sat on the balcony sipping wine,. Tell me, which one of them told you?" Which one?"Slowly it dawned on me. Ernie mostly hangs out with Ryan. If there were two of them, it had to be Ryan. "That little bastard." I was whispering to myself, sotto voce, but they heard me.It was Emily's turn to chime in. "They don't belong to us, Virginia. We use them, they use us, and we all move on."I looked at her. "You too?"She smiled, nodded. "Your brother is hung better."I began to cry. Melissa came over to me and pulled me off the chair; I.