. Tabhi barish hui tab aunty red saree aur red bilodse usme se aunty ke bubs dikh rahe the main bhi unke kandhe par hath rakh kar sahlane laga aunty m...od me ane lagi tab aunty ne kaha ki hamare ghar chalo ham ghar jaker batin karte hain main aunty ke sath chal pada auto me aunty mere bazo me the unki gand kafi mulayam thee jo mujh ko lag rahi thee auto me aur unka jism mano jyese ake agg thee jo mujhko jalarahi thibarish kuch kam huitab main aunty ke ghar pahunche tab unki ladkiyan ghar pe thee. I found myself to be a slave rather than a dom. I wished to be fucked but got a very nasty excitement when it was in the form of pegging from a mistress.The real submission was never known then. When i got accustomed with this dark side of mine , I wondered for a real experience but believe me guys,I was truly in a dilemma.Freud vs Plato.November 2011,a Friday 10 pm, I was returning from office in salt lake to my den , smoking a fag in a foggy night.The footpath was with bare of humans.I was. I never did meet the couple who owned the house, but I did have a few drinks and meet several good looking women. I was just about to look for Troy when I walked through the living room. There, trying futilely to deal with some drunk, was probably the hottest woman I had seen in months if not longer. She had a rack that just wouldn’t quit and an ass to match. I was almost up to her when she threw her purse to the floor and stamped her foot in frustration. “God damn it, Michael.”“What seems. I looked at Maggie. She looked lost. So I asked what was the problem. Then she told me a story which threw me off. She started by telling me that she is looking for a job in Mumbai because she wanted to move away from Mangalore. She had lived all her life in the city and had never done anything exciting.Suddenly she asked me what I did for a living. Then I told her my job role. She was like, “I wanted to be a model, but my parents thought it was inappropriate.” So I said, “Why don’t you try.