Her eyes flashed to the tool set and watched with intense care as he advanced to fondle her left nipple, he smiled took the rubbery nipple in his hand...and fondled the soft pink/ brown nub till it stiffened still more. Then in a slick move, he slipped on the clamp and deftly sprang it tight onto the nipple causing her to draw breath. He returned to the little tool box, collected the bradall and some rings. Then turned and explained to the camera that, “it was normal to use a stainless-steel. Suck it good and your husband will be back in Bangalore. Suck it bad and he will be on tour always.” I looked down at the hard penis. I sank to my knees before the half naked Mr.Sharma. He put a hand on one of my tits. I was shocked. Involuntarily, I backed away. “NO no no!” Mr.Sharma laughed, “no titties, no transfer!” Almost crying, I moved back to him. He put his hand back on my breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling my nipple become erect. First, his palm pressed against my enlarged nipple.. Me: Mom, how could I marry a girl if I can’t satisfy my mom?Mom: You know what. Today is the best day. I never experienced this much pleasure in my entire life. You can satisfy any woman.Me: Thank you, mom.Mom: Love you, son.Then we both slept like that overlapping our nude bodies. But we didn’t know that time that some eyes were watching all the lustful actions we both did.Days passed, and the marriage day came. The bride and bridegroom family met each other. That time, I saw Krishna, the. They had a cosy living room with a sofa and lounge chairs, and they took a bottle of whiskey from their mantle piece and we chatted away as we downed a few drinks. We had a long chat and unfortunately we got on to the subject of my ex-girlfriend, who I was still pretty cut up about. I got pretty glum and these two lovely older gay guys tried to cheer me up, Jeff gave me a hug and we kept chatting, and as we did, he moved around behind the sofa and started to massage my neck and shoulders. John.