The sound of them filled the room and Claire let out a long cry that faded into a satisfied moan as the rhythm of blows ended and the girl collapsed a...ainst Kali, her breath fast and heavy.Kali rubbed Claire’s behind, her touch gentle against the bright red skin. When Claire turned her head this time there were tears in her eyes, but her face was lit by a bright smile. The girl’s hair hung across her face, displaced by her writhing, and Kali tenderly brushed it aside and stroked her lover’s. ’ ‘So why are we arguing? I mean, why are you so willing to go along with this?’ ‘Because you’re my husband now, and we must make the best of it.’ ‘Yeah, but don’t you want to meet some nice Iraqi guy who loves you than be with some guy like me who doesn’t?’ ‘But now I can’t marry a nice Iraqi guy.’ ‘Why the hell not? Don’t you guys have divorces or annulments??’ ‘You can divorce me, yes.’ ‘Great! What do we have to do? I mean, do we need a lawyer or something?’ ‘No. All you have to say is ‘I. "All the men will notice you and you will turn heads every time you go anywhere," Cindy one of the stylists tells me and of course she is a blonde also. I am dizzy as I mince out of the salon and into my wife's waiting car. There she is hysterical laughing and tells me, "Get used to it, it really makes you look like the bimbo that I want." All the way to the bridal shop she has me practicing my squeaky Minnie Mouse voice and giggling the whole time. I can't stop looking in the passenger mirror. He watched me and knelt down beside her. When I didn't move he slowly reached up and lifted her skirt. She didn't move either, and I guess he figured the coast was clear.He stood up again, and turned on the light by the couch, bathing my sleeping wife in light. He lifted her dress up further, exposing her tiny red panties. Reaching in to his pocket, he got out his iPhone and snapped a couple shots. He turned back to look to me and I kept still. Emboldened, he reached up and slowly unbuttoned.