I wasn’t at the Grand, I wasn’t in our room there. The decor did not match the tasteful look they used throughout the hotel.Wait! What’s that no...ise?Snoring, coming from behind me, from the same bed. It was not my wife. I reached back with my hand and found a firm behind. More importantly, it wasn’t hairy.I rolled onto my back and looked to my right. Long blonde hair, really nice figure and she looked to be a lot younger than me.I’m forty-two, in pretty good shape now and very happy. Well, not. Because it’s my house and my rules, I’ll not insist you service him, but I won’t stop him from trying to seduce you. You’ll have to deal with that on your own. As the cuckold, if you choose to join us and watch your wife being fucked, or help us fuck her, you can expect to be humiliated. If you can’t handle that, you’d best just send your wife to our room while you stay in your room and jerk off.”“Not a problem,” Lynda answered for me as I sat there slack jawed.“Looks like you kids have a. She was dressed in a kurta and palazzos. Her fair skin radiant, she wore a soft smile on her pretty face. I went straight up to her and planted myself in front of her.“Gussa hai tu mujhse?”, I said with a smile, the bouquet in hand.Her eyes, as big as walnuts, she looked at me in shock and excitement!“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”“Surprise!”, I said, offering her the bouquet of roses.She took it and came in for a hug, beaming with excitement.“Seriously, how are you over here?”, she could not. We met in her suite in a five star hotel in South Delhi. I was surprised at how professional and executive-like she was. And how business-like her manner was. I almost fell of my chair when she very nonchalantly said, “According to our latest estimates, we have a 42 percent market share of the high-end-escort industry in Delhi, and our projections indicate it to touch 48 percent by the end of the year.” It was as if she was on CNBC!The interview went quite well. I got a lot of useful stuff..