Now I might love my wife, be crazy about her in fact, but that did not make me stupid. My mind raced through the possibilities and quickly decided tha... two and two do indeed equal four. The clothes, the physical appearance, the bar, the checking the men's ID's and having a key to a motel room all added up to Ericka working as a hooker.My first inclination was to storm across the street, kick down the door to unit 104 and demand some answers, but then that little voice in the back of my head was. “If you wish I can ask Sunita to find a suitable girl for you.”“I thought arranged marriage among your own people was your custom?”“Nah,” he responded shaking his head. “We are second generation Indians, times have changed.”I smiled, “She would have to prove herself worthy in the kitchen first.”He laughed again, “Kitchen first and then bedroom later, that’s the usual order of things.”I shook my head as I smiled. Sanjay always made me laugh.I thought nothing more of our conversation until a week. I rested my head on his shoulder and then he kissed my neck. It felt so good as he kissed my neck and his hot breath on me. He slid his hands down my sides and he cupped my round bottom in his hands. He rolled his hands across my cheeks and I leaned back a little and we began to French kiss. He and I kissed patiently....... a long exciting deep kiss. All the time we kissed his hands fondled my bottom. I was so aroused that I wanted to hug him more and more. His hands felt great on my body. I. There was a lot of drinking and all these rich k**s had a loy of d**gs. A thick haze of smoke from chronic pot covered the air and everyone was snorting lines of coke. Several chicks that were dancing together had pulled there dresses down to flash their boobs at everyone. Nearly everyone did some lines, smoked blunts and drank from Hartley’s extensive supply of alcohol and champagne.Jennifer and I along with Brittany and Hartley ended up downstairs in a room in the basement. It must’ve been.