I was 24 years old getting married. He came to the holy place and we got married. We had a lot of fun.My husband had booked a hotel room with double b...d for first night. I was first in the room. I had not slept for more than 24 hours. I looked very tired. I was about to fall down. He entered the room. I got up from the bed. I fainted it seems he had said to me. I slept off. I woke up again at night 1. He was fast asleep beside me. He had removed my lehenga and jewellery and made me wear his. A feeling of mystery- and sexual aroma made the room intoxicating. In front of the bed stood a lap-dancing pole, shiny grey- and sparkling elegantly. As unusual as a pole in a hotel room might have seemed, this room was not any old room. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely. They can't really be standing there nude, stroking their hard cocks, can they? This must be a dream.Someone presses on my shoulders. I give in to the pressure and fall to my knees. I expect the concrete garage floor to be hard and cold, but someone has slid a mat under my knees. OK, I might be drugged, but now I know what is going on, and what is expected of me. One of the guys, the old guy, moves in front of me and pushes his cock against my mouth. I have a moment of lucidity and realize it. It sounds like fun.”“What if it’s like his housewarming party. That was a big frat party for all his male friends and acquaintances.”“It won’t be. It won’t be,” she repeated. “He said will just be four of us.” She moved up and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me.Everything thing I planned to say about cooling it with Tony went out the window.“Uh oh, that sounds like a repeat of our dinner out last weekend.”“Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself.”I wasn’t sure how to respond. On one.