If I tell you to sit, you will not get up till you are told to.” She started to protest, “Saurabh I don’t like the way you are talk…aah”. I ...ulled on the belt and she started to choke. I held for 2 seconds and left. She was gasping for air and coughing. I spanked her hard and held her face. “You are my bitch. Do you understand that?”. She nodded, tears flowing down her pretty face. “Let’s take a walk shall we,” I said. And then I walked her like a dog to my bedroom. Seeing her ass sway like. I rejected the offer, but she convinced and I accepted at last. Even she was drenched by the juice and even her clothes needed to be washed. She asked me to come to her bedroom and gave her husbands shorts which were very tight for me.Without any option, I wore it and gave her my shirt and trousers. She insisted on giving her my inner too. I asked her to stay out so that I can remove it. She said to remove as I was already wearing a lungi. Shamelessly I did it in her presence. There was a tent. I had been betrayed!!!“Easy there, big guy!! This client wants a show, and to explore some… how shall I say it? Some other private fantasies. You are just here as a prop remember? Just a nameless prop for her fantasy of anonymous sex!” My heart pounded a cadence of, “What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?”Then she turned and said to my wife, Lauren, “Pay no attention to him. I am certain he will enjoy the show. Now about that curiosity of yours…” With that, Mistress, who was 4. I couldn't blame him a bit -- and I knew what was going on. The worst part of it was that this was life and death -- if Ed got stupid in this room in front of a hundred of his peers, he was a dead man. It was the nature of the lesson, after all...The former spouse, Donna, clearly had a high opinion of her man's ability to adapt. "Come on, Baby, just do whatever they want and we can all be together..." I knew that she'd probably been led to believe that things wouldn't be too bad -- but I'd seen.