After our marriage we move to a new town that far from my house. My age is 26 and my wife also same. She always like to wear little sexy but I won’t...allow her to do. As now we are far from our hometown, she take advantage and wear all the kind dress she liked. One day my office planned for an annual dinner, so she wanted to stitch new blouse and wanted to get some dress to wear. She asked me to find for a tailor shop. Nearby there is a famous tailor shop, so we went there. The tailor is a. So we agreed to a price and then she gave meher address. I told her I could be there in an hour and she said fine.The drive over to Mistress Anne's apartment was a blur. I was so nervousand excited at the same time. She answered her door wearing a shrt skirt,white stockings, and heels. It looked more like work clothes than what adominatrix would wear. Her apartment was normal looking. There wasnothing to give away that she was a dominatrix. In a way I was kind oflet down but still horny as. His visitor looked like a character out of Harry Potter, in a long, dark, hooded garment. The face was hidden deep within the folds of the hood. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice quivering."Think of me as your spiritual guide, or your advisor," his visitor replied in a deep, resonant voice. "But who I am is not important. It's you, or where you are, that matters right now. So, Tom, how was your day?" The entity laughed at his own question, in a way that sent chills up Tom's spine. There was a. The phone was next to my friend and she picks it up to give to me and I do not know how but the picture of this nice hairless dick and balls comes on the screen. She does a double take and then hands me the phone. She gets a very naughty grin and says I hope that is your hubby’s balls you have there, how did you get him to do that? I am blushing bright red and my face feels like it is on fire. She says don’t worry your secrete is safe with me. She says lets go on break and talk a little about.