I nodded at the appropriate time. I said that I understood when he asked. When he finished, I put my plan into action.“Sir, would it be OK if Becky ...nd I sat on the couch together?”He nodded. Her mom smiled. Becky almost leapt to the couch.As I walked over I said, “I’d like to hold her hand, if that’s OK.”I received permission for that, too.Becky and I sat on the couch, holding hands. She was antsy, and I hoped she understood. She kept squeezing my hand. I returned the squeezes. The talk. But there was no doubt that it was about to happen. This was one of the awful things my husband had promised to have me do."This is my fuck slave wife, Ellie."My husband told me to go stand beside her. He and Gary started taking photos of us."Smile slut" my husband said. "Put your arms around each other " Kiss"I hesitated but Ellie turned to me and kissed me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I didn't move.My husband came over and grabbed my nipple. "You will do everything Gary and I tell you. “But it will take a little time to get ready, so you will have to leave the room while I prepare everything.” I pouted and reluctantly left the room and he shut the door behind me. My mind was running a mile a minute as I tried to figure out what he had planned. I just could not seem to make any sense of those two little screws above the bathroom door! I paced around the living room as I waited impatiently, but I was also extremely excited already at the thought of what may be waiting for me. The recpitionist gave us the keys and directed us to room no 607 0n the 6th floor. Iwas typically dreesed in red zari saree . And sleeve less blouse. That shows my deep clevage nd sexy back. I was wearing jewellary of every time. So u can guess it was typical indian wedding night with western touch and honey was dressing in As we reach the lifti got the harrasment as the lift wasnot working coz of the power failure. And i have to walkalong the stairs upto 6th floor with my soft feet and i was.