Later that afternoon, we could see from the windows that customers were starting to arrive. One of the guards came in, grabbed my arm and brought me d...wn to the lobby downstairs. Word spread that they had a white woman in the brothel and wanted to show me off to the customers waiting down at the lobby.I was exotic to them as not only was I white but the fact my body was covered in tattoos was a huge turn on for them, as women here in India typically don’t have tattoos on their bodies, or at. I was forced to arch my back as I felt my impending orgasm. My chest heaved in and out as I took deep sharp breaths. "Almost there." I groaned between breaths. Then suddenly he stopped."I can't have you cumming yet my naughty wife. I want you to beg me before I let you cum," he smirked. I both hated and loved these sessions when my husband took control of me. He always knew how to play it so cool.Peter helped me down from the table before leading me up the stairs to our bedroom. Once in there,. .. you know, the sting, does she?” I inquired.“Not in so many words, but she knows that there is something up that requires me to leave the kids with her until it’s time to pick them up. She must suspect something, and whatever else happens, she has clearly jumped over from the Felicia ship to the Pippa one, rightly so, too. I don’t think that she fears that I’m going to neglect them, because she knows what a devoted mother I am. Not so much the devoted wife anymore, but that’s another matter.. It had all been out there "for inspection," as she explained: Lissa found the emails and the "giant dildo" in the top drawer of her mom's computer desk in the home-office/den -- I could visualize the desk and den clearly, and I had a stunningly intense vision of my niece Melissa popping open the drawer and hefting the pink object with an expression of combined curiosity and disgust on her face.Of course, Denise might never have known what Lissa had discovered if she hadn't walked in on her.