This is a true story about the transformation of my soft-spoken, timid wife into a dominatrix specialized in fetish wrestling.Now coming to the introd...ction. I am 5’8, an average-built guy working as a government bank clerk in Mumbai. I live in my flat (bought by my father) with my newly married wife, Supriti.Now Supriti is a very polite lady, 5’3 height but heavily built with huge melons. She belonged to a conservative Bengali family, so she always wore sarees. But I insisted she wears. Prof and Vanessa were obviously the safest parents, so I'd store the dress in their house, and try to have a conversation with them as soon as I could after they returned, to feel them out on "The Carol Situation".Mom and Carol had done the cooking for an informal "Welcome Back" dinner at the Williams'. I'd encouraged Carol to help as she needed to learn more about cooking; it was only fifteen months until we'd be leaving Corvallis, and somehow I couldn't imagine Julia doing much cooking in our. I just knew now that I had to get to someone either at Tamerlane--Lana's company--or else within the Bureau itself, so that I could get to the bottom of what was going on. I also wanted someone in a position of authority within the Bureau to pull Lana formally from under the supervisory control of SSA Van Horn until my fears could be alleviated. But, I wanted to find out from her company what they knew about the situation first.Tamerlane's main offices were in Patuxent, in Southern Maryland,. I moved my hand over her puss as she peed and rubbed up and down her clit. I rubbed her clit harder and as she finished peeing her legs went weak and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on as she started to moan. I rubbed her clit harder bring her to orgasm after watching her urinate. After her orgasm I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist and my throbbing hard cock slid into her tight wet puss. I pinned her against the shower wall and gave her 5 rough strokes as we stood.