‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Mine too,’ I said. ‘What’s your book about?’ ‘It’s about the influence of classical music on pop music,’ she ...eplied. ‘What’s yours about?’ ‘Nothing as intellectual as that,’ I said. ‘It’s just a novel.’ At that moment, the receptionist told me that I could go in and see the publisher. My meeting was very successful. The publisher told me that they would publish my book. He even thought that there was a possibility that they could make some money out of it. I didn’t care. She then proceeded to go and sleep with Rohit in his arms. I wished I was the man sleeping with her after satisfying her but who was I kidding.I know deep down, I was to become a sissy cuckold slave and serve my wife and her lovers. So I accepted my position and slept on the floor naked. So that I couldn’t escape from the room, Sultana put a collar and tied the chain to bed. This was humiliating for me but I was strangely liking it.I saw Sultana climbing the bed and kissing Rohit as they hugged. " This stopped the conversation dead even though my mind wasworking at a million miles an hour. By then she was on the phone talkingto Celia, who was one of her barmaids, as she hung up she then phonedthe local Chinese and ordered a takeaway to arrive at 5:45."Come through the back," she said, "sorry about the mess but things gota bit heated earlier." When I walked into the living area it was a sceneof near devastation."What the hell happened here?" I asked.Chrissie shrugged her shoulders and. Her eyes showed surprise and she blushed slightly. "What did you find, Sir?" she said. "I found your red thong," pointing to the ziplock bag on my desk. I was getting turned on and my cock was starting to harden underneath my mesh workout shorts. My phone rang again with another text message. What was my wife texting me about? "That's not my red one, Sir, thats my maroon one." I looked at the bag again, and then her. Red, maroon, whats the difference? "I'm wearing the red one now, Sir." and she.