As he fetched the padded cushion he used for giving massages, my wife stood up, went over to the bookshelf and lit several candles. She walked over to...where he had unrolled the pad, stood in front of him and slipped off her robe. His eyes got so huge. My spouse was a statuesque woman with this totally killer body. She looked magnificent standing there in front of us totally nude. He had my wife lay face down on the massage pad. He squirted some massage oil on his hands and spread more on her. Please stop!” Sushila pleaded. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. Subhash was in no need to relent. He said “Bitch! You will learn not to be late. You will learn every time I ask you a question, it has to be answered. Learn your lesson well today. Next time the beating is going to be so bad that your buttocks are going to be blue!” Sushila was crying now, she said, ” Sahab! I will do as you say, please do not beat me anymore. I was at fault, I will never be late again. I Will always. . knew.When Molly first began to stir, rustling around more than she usually did in her sleep, I could do nothing but freeze. I lost the ability to speak, breathe, or even think.“You awake?” she asked in a groggy voice.She couldn’t see my eyes. I turned slightly to meet her, feigning tired eyes.“Am now.” I mumbled.“Oh, sorry.”“Nah, don’t be. I should have been out of bed an hour ago.” I replied. Too truthful, but I wasn’t going to let her know why. “Besides, you asked if you could wake me up.”I. .. just come," June remarked when Barbara opened her mouth. She didn't like this hurrying around. It wasn't dignified. Her skirt kept riding up. She blushed. She'd wanted to wear a longer one but all of those were among the ones Steve had crammed in those boxes and they still were waiting to be taken to the dry cleaners.This skirt was one Rafe had bought her. She usually felt naughty wearing it, but she didn't like that feeling today. Sometimes Rafe and his suggestions wore a little thin.June.