The ad intrigued me, despite the fact that I was married. Yousee I was a closet cross-dresser who for years yearned to bedominated by a strong willed ...oman. Unfortunately for me my wifehad absolutely no interest in this. She was as nice as a lamb.Not knowing why, maybe because of boredom and maybe because ofmy problems in my marriage, I decided to answer.Mistress Tina made it clear to me that in a marriage I was to beher wife in a traditional way and she would see to it I wouldfulfill this role. She jumped, and looked up.“Having fun?” I asked.She paused, then said shook her head and said, “No.”“Why is that?”She thought for a moment, then said, “It’s a combination of the discomfort of sitting on the floor, the way my ass smarts, and the vibrations from the butt plug and dildo. But the really difficult thing is trying to avoid thinking of…” She paused, swallowed, then continued, “… about this afternoon,” she said slowly and carefully.Feeling cruel, I said, “Yes, I’m looking forward to. The saree was pulled against her exposed lower torso. I could swear that O could se the faint outlines of her pelvic mount and the outlines of her inner thighs and the faint outline of her couch. By now my cock were firming up.“Thanks, You are so kind, “She smiled ,”I see you too are going to Patna.” “I had come to visit my son for a month but stayed back longer . Now it is time I went back.”“I am also retired from government service and had come to visit my daughter in Mumbai,” I said. “ Life. I say gently, because I was getting pretty close to cumming myself, and I was trying to delay my release as long as I could. It was agony, but delicious agony, to hold back the geyser of cum that was boiling in my balls.My attention was quickly diverted, however, when I saw the two cocks that were up next. A tall white man with a long, fat cock was kneeling between my legs, while a light-skinned black man with a long, slender cock was ready for me to suck him. The man with the fat cock.