Then finally all sat for lunch. I and my brother’s wife arranged dining table and asked all to take seats. With a lot of confusion in my mind, I was...observing my brother’s elder son.He was very happy that I have taken 1 week to give consent. While I was serving food to all, I observed that he was staring at me. I was feeling uncomfortable. I was thinking that this handsome boy is going to marry me and fuck me day and night.With some dirty thoughts, my hands were trembling. My brother’s wife. .I folded them and placed them at the bottom of the pile in her drawer. I undressed and placed everything back as best as I could remember.Later that evening she came back to the house and she looked exhausted, I don't know if she wasn't thinking but she just pulled her uniform and the poppers all opened and it was discarded on the floor, then she took the slip off. She was standing, white lace bra and mayching panties, white suspender belt and black stockings, she stretched and placed her. Jennifer continued crying at the buring pain in her bladder. Sasha then released the clamps from Jennifer and put them back in the drawer. As before the places where the clamps were began to hurt worse, increasing the tears from Jennifer. Sasha then left the room. Almost a dracmar later a man entered. He was wearing a leather mask, shorts and a belt with various whips hanging from it. Jennifer couldn’t tell if it was the same one that had brought her here. He was carrying some sort of metal. You could tell that she wasn’t wearing any kind of underwear under her dress because of the bare columns of slit running down each side of her dress. To top it off she had on a pair of 5-inch sling back sandals with spaghetti straps that wrapped and tied around her ankles. If anybody from work would have seen her tonight, they would have never recognized her. She was dressed to kill but what I didn’t know was that my husband was her victim. Randy, her husband who was Hispanic was a little.