.. came in here... this room... because I wasn't feeling well, and now I've got to get some fresh air... my husband should be arriving at any time now..... to take me home..." It didn't make any sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well known, she thought... like. If anything their sex life had become a little more active. Could it be that Gary got off on knowing that his wife was a slut? That she was Jake's whore? Or did he know that part. She was sure now that he knew she was being bedded by Jake, but did he know about the others? The customers and friends that Jake gave her to? Had Jake told him about her teenaged blackmailers?And the biggie — what was she going to do about it — how was she going to handle it? Just wait for Gary to bring it up, or. And he was there. Paying attention to me. He was giving me what I craved! What I wasn’t getting from you!“God, I was just such a jealous bitch. I wanted you all to myself. I thought I was better than our other sisters. Than even ... than even Pam. I was an arrogant cunt! So keep spanking me, Clint! Hurt me more!”“No.”I shook at the strength in his words.“Please, please, keep punishing me,” I sobbed, the tears spilling down my cheeks. My entire body shook. My sobs wracked me. The pain choked out. I opened the door to find Sneha with the empty thalis. She had just taken a bath. Wearing a white churidar kurta, she was looking cute. There was no chunni and her hair was tied in a big bun. She still had her marriage bangles from her wrist to halfway up her elbow.She asked me if our maid has come. I told her the maid was off for the day and that my mom was also out. She asked me for a piece of paper and wrote her cell number on it. She asked me to call mom and ask her how to hire a maid in.