“Come here, honey. Let me take a good look at you”, Dominic said.Victor slapped my ass so hard that I moved a step front. I went near Dominic. He ...urned me around and made me sit on his lap. He wrapped my neck with his right hand and rested his right palm on my boobs. I could feel his rock hard dick.“Victor, you can carry on with your work. I will explain everything to our dearest Ramya”, Dominic said.Victor went downstairs.“I own a . And you know what it is all about? Drugs, sluts, money and. “Lying slag”, she shouted back. I turned around to look at her. “Yeah, you, you fat slag”, she taunted me.I took a couple of steps towards her. “I said I had nothing”, i replied.She came up to me now and stood right in my face. “Fucking fattie cow keeping yer money to yerself”!! She poked me right in the tit and that point I flushed red in rage so I pushed her hard. She fell back on her arse as I yelled at her to get lost. She sprung to her feet and grabbed the back of my coat. I. Little stabbing prickles darted all over the surface of my hands and face. Minute sensations of envy, distrust, loathing, fear, jealousy, desire, disgust, hatred along with a dozen others nipped and tormented me.I started feeling claustrophobic and more than a little paranoid.I twisted around, looking in every conceivable direction; over the heads of the lines of people in front, behind, and to either side of me. My eyes failed to spot anything out of the ordinary, but my feelings were going. I heard a deep breath and looked over my shoulder to see the trial attendant watching my wife from behind me. His jeans were bulging at the groin and he quickly repositioned his cock.Strangely, I wasn’t upset but had a hard-on myself. It was as if I was in school, flipping through Penthouse, looking at the picture of a super-hot model.As soon as I adjusted my dick, I noticed my wife had dropped the skirt and got into a pair of shorts. Every time she was in between skirts, her thong panty was.