Ugh.Not long after I found out about masturbation, and then the internet, I discovered stories describing BDSM relationships, and it resonated somewhe...e deep inside of me. I wanted to be a dominant. I wanted control. But that inequality was so alien to how I was raised that I felt tremendous guilt about it and never told a soul about my desires. The guilt, however great, never stopped me from fantasizing. If I was going to turn over a new leaf, and try to be open and truly honest with my. "Aunty you are looking beautiful. Gorgeous." I stammered."O.K lets go." She said to me ruffling my hairs.I opened the car door for her."Thank you dear. I feel like I am going on a date." she said to me.My heart skipped a beat. Did she meant what she was saying.I got on the wheels and drove to the nearest shopping mall.We went to the clothes store as aunty wanted to buy a shirt for Abhishek.I was really elated. With all the guys looking at her I was felling proud and happy to be her escort.We. I slowly looked on from my nearly closed eyes. I could see that he had come down but not doing anything. I wanted to get up and correct Riya’s sari before the guys could see her. I was about to do that but he suddenly called Riya. I did not move. I lay still. Probably he had seen Riya’s sari had shifted and wanted to tell her to correct it. He again called Riya’s name three four times. There was no response from her. She was really Soorpanaka. I could see him. He turned towards me. I acted as. I had started up a specialty business to do singular pieces of metalwork when I was 25. I later added decretive woodworking for fireplaces, exteriors of buildings, and eventually general interiors. I am 5'9", now 42 years old, and in very good shape for my age. One Tuesday night around 1 am, I was at the university to do measurements for the bids I was preparing when I decided to get a snack from a vending machine. I turned a corner near the student union's relaxation area and met Robin by.