I am living in Bangalore, working as a manager in an IT firm. I am 5.9 inches tall, well built, and happily married. I am married to a very beautiful ...irl Ayesha. She was thin with small boobs at the time of marriage and a typical Muslim girl.Now, after 10 years of marriage, her boobs are round perfect, milky, and attract any man who sees her for the first time. The main center of attraction in her body now is her ass which is developed into a round shape and fits her figure perfectly.Oh,. She comes back and dips the sponge in the water and gets on her hands and knees, not facing me. I immediately notice, since she’s wearing a miniskirt, that her pink panties are sticking out. I’m immediately hypnotized as she scrubs the floor, shaking her ass back and forth. I was extremely horny. Another 2 minutes must have passed before she was done, and she stood up and picked the mop back up and got back to mopping."So." I say. "You’re a Christian?" Yep, so is my entire family"."So there is. ...Mistress noted my efforts and began giving me some breath from chores ,even sparing me now and than half a litre of that awful tea that lingered in my mouth the whole night,sometimes she would call me in the morning and say no enema today (ooohhh how generous she is),what was never skipped was the two big tablespoons of that dreaded horrible amber liquid, castor oil,mistress really took pleasure in giving it to me ,every evening at 07.40 ding ding ding the spoon against the bottle went and i. In my mind it was always a beautiful woman, with beautiful boobs, perfect and feminine body, who was fucking me. The idea that I could excite a man and make love with him never crossed my mind (at least on a conscious level).One day .... she says: ”Today we’ll dress more accurately, Fabio is coming, a very nice gentleman, good friend of mine, he wants to meet you." So I had my first make-up (I’m still grateful to her for teaching me this delicate side of becoming a girl…); she dressed me with a.