.Aur yeh ek sachi kahani hai…Mere ghar mai mai meri mummy aur mere papa rehthe hai..Aur ek bai kam karti hai jiska naam pinky hai..Wo thodhi si sawa...i hai par uske assests bhohot zyada hii ache hai..Ki kisi ka bhi dekhte se hee land khadha kar de..Mai sidhe story pe aata hu..Pinky hogi kareeb 35-36 sal ki..Aur mai uske naam ka har roj muth marta tha..Ek mahine phele mere mummy papa ek shadhi mai gaye the subah aur mai ghar pe hii rukh gaya..Aur thodhi der bad pinky anti aayi aur apna kam karbe. A guy seduced me, fucked me and suddenly I thought 'this is who I am!' I had an unusual interest in transvestites and transsexuals, reading every book going but I was in denial and just saw myself as a passive gay guy. I totally repressed any inclination to wear female clothing. I got into the leather scene as a gay man. But always submissive. Submission became my focus. I endured a lot of sessions I really didn't like. I was whipped and beaten and my stoicism saw me through. But I did learn. So when Pooja entered the room my penis was in Kajal’s hand and on her face, my cum could be seen. She said to Kajal, “So you had your first time with Shail?” Kajal said, “Why the fuck you did not knock before entering? And it’s my choice that I choose Shail.”While talking she was looking at my dick. I caught her eye looking my dick by which time it got hard again. Kajal went to the bathroom and I was still lying on the bed nude.Pooja: Shail put some clothes. Why you’re still nude? Me: You. You made love to me that night like I will never experience again. Round 3 We didn’t finish until after the sun had come up. We fell asleep tangled together naked on the hard floors. A few hours later I woke up and you weren’t next to me anymore. I gathered my clothes and got dressed, walked into the hallway and instantly smelled bacon. I walked downstairs to find you fully dressed frying up some bacon and eggs. I strolled up to you, kissed you on the cheek and thanked you for breakfast. You.