I knelt down beside her head. Amit’s balls and legscovered her eyes and nose. He was now on his knees,pushing his cock in and out of her mouth a... an amazingspeed.“Suck at it, you boozed bitch,” he cried.Prachi was moaning, trying to get away from the invadingcock. I talked to her, saying that if she could hear me,she should suck at the nice cock in her mouth.“Hey, she’s sucking it,” Amit cried in a triumph. “Thebitch is sucking it.What a hot, bloody. This is a true story about the transformation of my soft-spoken, timid wife into a dominatrix specialized in fetish wrestling.Now coming to the introduction. I am 5’8, an average-built guy working as a government bank clerk in Mumbai. I live in my flat (bought by my father) with my newly married wife, Supriti.Now Supriti is a very polite lady, 5’3 height but heavily built with huge melons. She belonged to a conservative Bengali family, so she always wore sarees. But I insisted she wears. This time, I came back to my world and tried to stop him again, but in vain. Next moment my lengha was off my body and so was my panty. I was lying stark naked on my uncle’s bed. He got off the bed to have a good look at my body. Then he slowly took off his kurta. I tried to have a look and was getting excited looking at his bare chest. Then he slowly untied the strings of his pyjama and it fell down. I was again scared looking at his big penis and the thought stuck me again – if he tries to. I handed over a couple of cigarettes saying I couldn't spare any more and was told."No problem."They stood round to light them and the thought had just crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind meeting one or two of them at a time down here when the oldest asked, out of the blue,"Do you suck cock u dirty old Tranny?" I was taken aback and without really thinking and replied,"It has been known." There must have been some sort of pre-arrangement between them because he pushed the younger coloured boy.