The below narration is about yet another Indian bride who under goes the trauma and pain she experiences due to her hubby’s habits and behavior. Ali...ha sat at the kitchen table, looking at the gold band on her finger. It seemed she spent every Sunday in the kitchen while her husband and his new friends played games at one of the many casinos at Las Vegas. Alisha was one of the many Indian girls who left behind her parents, friends & well wisher with many a dream to the land of opportunity, only. . But she locked her legs behind my back and told me that she would never let me go and would want me to fuck her day and night.. We kissed for a while.. Then I took out my dick.. We went to the bathroom to clean the blood and again started with her on top this time.. She told me it was paining a bit but she was enjoying it.. I held her waist with my hands and was banging her from below.. She had an orgasm.. But she did not stop as she wanted to feel my cum inside her pussy.. I came on top of. I was getting reply’s from some couples, but mostly men who were in the same situation as myself and how they were getting off looking at my cock, so I ventured into it also – which was a very exciting, especially sending photos back and forth and expressing our desires for cock. I started to have the realization that I wanted to suck a cock, I was jerking off looking at cocks and guys sucking and how they were enjoying it. It wasn’t long after that, I got a friendship request from a Sissy. I'll buy this one for our party room.Good plan, Josh said with another laugh.I selected the first piece I saw when I entered the gallery for my museum and went in search of Liz, locating her talking with two young men, one was beautiful in face and form, the other uglier than a mud-wall fence."There you are, Sandy. I want you to meet the sculptor, Soren Thorsen. Mr. Thorsen, this is my friend, Sandy Joshnson."I shook his large, callused hand. "I love your work, Mr. Thorsen." Please call me.