The reception was posh and held at the Waterbury; well, where else.As it happened, I had met the groom just the week before the wedding. We all had di...ner in town and then headed to the church for the rehearsal. I’d never been to one before, a wedding rehearsal, but somebody must’ve; everything went like clockwork.At any rate, I liked the young man. And we did talk some and he was more than personable. It never came up, but I’m sure he knew my history. Oh, and I almost forgot. I was paired with. Then she started asking about my girlfriendsRamya: Then Praveen how many girlfriends you have had till now?Praveen: No one, bhabhi.R: Don’t lie with me, Praveen. You can share it with me. I won’t tell your brother. Come on. (with a naughty smile)P: Only 2. The first one was Rashmita, the second one was Druthi.R: Do I look pretty according to you?P: Of course, bhabhi, you look damn hot. (she started blushing)R: Thanks a lotI was feeling a little bit horny.R: Let’s be open-minded.P: OK bhabhi has. Decomposition had started .There were also minor scratches and bruises all over her body.The challenge now would be to make her seem less bloated and discoloured. I fondled her breasts for a few more minutes then got to work. First of all, I lifted the sexy-looking thighs of the corpse and pulled off her bikini bottoms, throwing it into a bucket nearby. I then pushed my finger into her vagina which was slightly moist to his touch. I dug at it for a while then pushed her body over onto its. I keep my eyes down as she drags me to the cross. She binds me, spreadeagle, facing the wall, before walking to the cabinet on the wall.She turns on the iPod plugged into the dock, and I recognize the song.It's Iron Maiden's Powerslave...Talk about irony!I sense her approach me from behind and she yanks on my hair, forcing myhead back. She forces a penis gag in my mouth, strapping it tightlybehind my head."A good slave should be seen and not heard, isn't that so?" Susanwhispers in my right.