My bride Arti is waiting for me in our bedroom and I am stuck with my friends, most of them married and my married brothers. Every one of them was giv...ng me some advice or the other as to how I should tackle my bride.'Randhir tonight is your wedding night. Don't go in and yawn loudly, get into bed and announce Arti it is getting late. Go to sleep and start snoring' my friend Mohan said amid lots of laughter.'No! Then w... what am I s... supposed to do' I stammered playing dumb.'Remember your. Women roller-skating for exercise or playing with their children. Young children climbing and playing in the sand, generally all of the activity you would expect to find on a beautiful sunny day at the park.I leaned back resting on my elbows watching some teenage girls riding past on their bikes. They smiled at me as I nodded a hello, watching in appreciation as I took in their smooth legs and young pert breasts."Oh, to be a teenage boy again." I mused.Along the bike path I watched the. $80 for half an hour and $100 for one hour. Damn it. I had a good job and $100 a week was fine. Having looked at this locally, I decided “why not”.The following Thursday night I rang and made an appointment for the following Saturday afternoon. “3pm if it is available” I said. “Name please” said someone I assumed to be Mona. “Sally” I said then chastised myself for giving my real name. “Is that half an hour or one hour” she asked. “Half an hour” I replied. I hung up and immediately regretted. You raised your eyebrow at me, almost surprised that I was defying you. “Tough, huh?” You mocked, reaching a hand down and roughly squeezing at my breast. I whined as you increased your grip, but I stubbornly kept my mouth closed, gritting my teeth. I could see your patience running thin, and you roughly pulled at my hair again, jerking my head to the left. You leaned in close, whispering in my ear. “If you don't open your fucking mouth, I promise you, you'll regret it.” You raised your free.