You were in an arranged marriage. Your husband came back home from the club and passed out on your bed.

You grab a bowl of water and a towel. You sat next to him and start gently wiping his face with the towel. Then his body.

You lift up his shirt and look away while going from the top of his stomach to the bottom.

Claude grabs your hand moving it to his V line. “Please” he moans…

You turn your head back and see Claude with a desperate face…