” I left the room and returned to mine, I sat for a long time considering what we had done. I decided that it would only happen once, so I would not...tell my wife. The next morning over breakfast I told Jo what I had decided. “Jo, I’m very flattered about what happened last night, I must admit the sex was mind blowing, but, it must never happen again, you’re a beautiful young woman, I’m an old man compared to you, you should be with men your own age.” She started to protest, but, I held up my. Then I shagged myself well while reading the story and dozed off.The next day started as usual. I was in the office and to my surprise, I received a reply to my email along with a hangout invitation. I got happy and added her to hangouts instantly.We started with an introduction and slowly and gradually, we became very comfortable with each other.Let’s call her Saumya (name changed for obvious reasons). Saumya was also from Gurgaon and was staying in a lavish high-rise society nearby to my. "There was a long silence. I couldn't talk. "I really like you," she said. "I mean, love you and well... you need to know that I am..." she paused for a long, long time again. "I'm a man, a transvestite. I am sorry." She hung up. This was one of those moments where I was in suspended animation. The world continued its oblivious buzz around me, but I was still as a statue just sitting there. A million thoughts went through my head. I was confused, angry, bewildered. I sat there for about five. Hank walked in and saw that Debbie lived a very minimal lifestyle in an upstairs apartment. He was worried how they could do anything without the neighbours finding out. Debbie smiled and led him to her bedroom. I was up for most of the night preparing let me know what you think. They walked into her room and Hank smiled. There were pads and egg cartons all over the room and bathroom. Her room was completely sound proof. Debbie went and lay on the bed, Last night I had you tied up. Everything.