To her, the sex had been out of this world even as she cried in humiliation at the degrading things she was made to do to satisfy everyone.What she ha...n’t expected was to cry so much as her hair was later clipped free of her scalp while she watched, appalled at the ruthless efficiency of the man with the clippers. It was much more appalling to be on the receiving end of a head shave than to simply watch it happen to someone else with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.To feel her naked scalp. Iwas feeling hungry and so was Meena, she went to the kitchen and Asiya accompanied her. The two of them soon came out carrying some pastries and cookies I ate like there was no tomorrow and picked up a cup of coffee and sat back sipping on it. We were sitting down talking about everything that happened and how muchwe enjoyed, Asiya got up and picked the plates and went to the kitchen to put it away. When she came out she came back and sat down on my lap. Meena winked at her and blew her a. Becca said “let's start out on the sofa”. With quick work, the TV was turned facing the sofa and guest chairs had been stacked out of the way.As I arranged the TV, Becca pulled the sheet off the bed and draped the sofa. She smiled saying “we want it presentable for tomorrow”. We started the video still dressed. The previews came on and some were downright graphic and got our “juices flowing”. As they ran, we began kissing and our clothes came off. She was wearing a dress and looked very. I saw endless messages between them, talking about their times together when he was there. What I read wasn't just a relationship about sex, but so much like what he and I have. I didn't want to just accuse him of anything. I had proof, of course, but I wanted to be logical. I could have easily ended the marriage, left him, and never looked back. I could have been like his first wife. However, I was comfortable in this marriage. I had a good life, I had everything I needed and wanted. I didn't.