I always used to wonder how it woud feel like to have group sexAnyway, I know that it’s always feels good to study the story in our own language i.e... Hindi that is why I’m trying to write this story of mine in ‘hinglish’, will be wating positively for replies, and ya let me tell you that this is my first story on this site and is completely real one accha to ab kahani pe aate hai, jayesa ki mai aap logo ko pahle hi bata chuka hu ki mujhe iss pe story padhne ka chaska kafi dino se, aur jab se. It was hard to respect a master who had grown lax, something that was a useful reminder for me, too. Masters could be tender, but we also had to be firm, in more ways than one.One rule that I had imposed early on was that Eva was to submit to everyone in the household as well as to me, though I always had final say over her. Every woman was to be called “Lady,” except Tabby, who as my sister was “Mistress.” Dean was to be called, “Sir,” which indicated his authority without making it equal to. All of my life I`ve been driven to it. My mum or my sister werealways the innocent victims of my transvestism, and whenever the opportunityarose I`d be rifling the laundry basket or their wardrobes and chests ofdrawers in search of the prettiest under garments and outfits. I don`t knowwhat drove me to it as a young boy, but I certainly remember what egged me onwhen I was in my early to late teen years, and that was the sexual excitementof it all. I can remember very well how wearing a bra made. .So much so that this start dripping onto my legs forcing me to grab my dick catch hold of it rub it a little bit undo my lungi to expose it to me and see how it's throbbing and craving bulging and misbehaving ready to spit and only waiting for my fingers for my wrist do wrap around it and start masturbating...I do move my skin up and down slowly a little bit and then I just leave it like that thinking as if you were teasing it..!Only to get angrier and more frustrated so much so just like that.