One week end Akansha called Priya said she will be coming to Noida on office work. She will be staying in a hotel but since my house is big ,my wife a...ked her to stay in our house so that it will be good for to her travel to office as my house is closure to her office too. Akansha works for a adv consultancy. As Akansha said she arrived at Delhi on Saturday night around 10 Pm, me and my wife had been to airport to pick her up. We came back to house had dinner. Many of my wife conversations. It is naturally wavy and with a minimum of effort I look decidedly female. I find her long red opera gloves in her dresser drawer and in moments I am striking the identical pose to her prom picture. If she were to enter the room now I would run to meet her and confess all. I would finally be free of the hiding and guilt. I look at her clock. A mere forty minutes has passed since she left with Marty and the room looks like a disaster with doors and dresser drawers open, not to mention my clothes. He knew that. She had been entitled to punish him, hadn’t she? He hadn’t meant to worry her but he had been thoughtless and she had obviously been concerned.If it hadn’t been for that what would he have thought of the session? Her peremptory commands, the sense of her barely contained anger, the feeling that she was taking no notice of any objection he might have to the way she was treating him – all these played directly on Lionel’s fantasies. Being bound and beaten? Well, to be taken captive. I said, “I don’t know what to say … really I don’t.”Undeterred she responded, “I couldn’t help but notice a consistent theme of men being on the receiving end. If this is what turns you on then consider me a willing participant because I would love to strap on a huge cock and fuck your brains out!”Surprised I said, “Really?”She smiled, “Yes, I definitely want to fuck your tight little ass.” She paused giving me a chance to say something. I could feel my temperature rising. I started to.