Take a nice long, hot, relaxing bath. There’s bath oils and bubbles in there if you want to use them. Wait. Put your clothes away and call me when y...u’re done.” I walked out. Well, Charlie, old buddy, this is it. Today you are going to see your love in all her splendor. Hope you can stand it, because you’re not getting any of that tonight.“Charlie? Sir? I’m done.” I was in the office when she called out.I went back to the guest room. She was looking at some of the pictures. Mostly of me and my. Smith's desk, my back toMs. Casey. I could feel my clitty begun to engorge, even as I tried notto let it, and soon the bite of my chastity tube began to sting.Sitting back in his large leather chair, Mr. Smith sipped his drink andlooked at us both. Finally, after a few moments, he turned to me andsaid "Take this down Missy". Oh no, it was just a memo!"To: Melissa Cumlick, From: Rod Smith......" The memo was to me? Whatwas going on? I dutifully continued to write."Ms. Cumlick, It has come. I arranged everything ahead of time with my friend the bartender at the club where bikers hang out.My wife agreed that we would spend the evening going where I wanted and doing what I desired, no questions asked.I chose her wardrobe: a see-thru top and no bra or panties, short skirt, seamed stockings and garters, heels, jewelry and party-time lipstick and makeup.We arrived at the biker club and were greeted by the bartender.“Everything is arranged,” he told me.I led her into the back room where. She put on a tape of Bollywood hits music, with a slow, heavy beat and a lot of dhamka. She lit some agarbhati and said, “You wanted to know what I do in the entertainment industry. Well, Mausi Rani’s gonna entertain you.” Arti was so excited. Rani walked around behind the table and stood with her back to her. She shot her a sultry “fuck her” smile over her shoulder as she deftly slipped off her sari, letting it fall to the table in one swift, catlike motion. There she was, kneeling in front of.