He grunted... frantically... he didn't want to meet anyone... especially like this... and he knew it wouldn't just be a friendly get together..."Come,...come sweety... you have to meet people." she said...She went to a closet and pulled out a pink rubber dress... she smiled and walked back over to him... it was form fitting and went to his mid-thigh... she stood him up... he wobbled on the heels for a bit... she stepped in front of him and pulled the dress over his arms... that were still bent at. UNable to take it anymore I sat on the couch and started crying. For a couple of minutes the room was filled with my sobbing sound. Slowly I felt someone sit beside me and a hand on my shoulder. I looked towards that person. It was Rishi. I put my head on his shoulder and cried uncontrollably. He apologised for his behaviour. Raghu sat to my right side and put his hand on my thigh with an assuring gesture. He also apologised and said he felt guilty for what he spoke. I also apologise for my. I stood up and dropped the panties to the floor, my hard on sticking out like a beacon, she bent down and kissed my knob, then took my cock into her mouth, gently sucking it as she cupped my balls and squeezed them, gently at first but getting harder. I winced at the pain, she said, that’s not allowed, on your belly again! I lay back down on top of the ottoman, my bare arse open to her hands. I felt a sort of half hearted smack, but nothing else for a minute or so, then she leant over me and. "Get your shit and get over here. We're getting out of here."I turned to look at Rita and saw a look of horror or fear ... or both. "No," she said weakly. "No ... I'm not going with you, Pete." The hell you aren't. You're my wife and you're coming with me. Now get your things and make it fast," he snapped."She's not going with you," I said as confidently as I could. I was anything but confident in the presence of this man-mountain."Who the fuck are you?" he snarled, turning to me. "You been.