"Tracy," I said, as gently as I could, "Amanda and I don't just work together. It wouldn't be right for me to undertake such a thing without her knowl...dge. Aside from that, I trust her judgment in these matters a lot more than my own." What matters?" Amanda asked, mildly curious."Tracy?" I asked, raising an interrogative eyebrow."Oh, all right, I guess." Do you want to tell her, or do you trust me to do you justice?" I'd be too embarrassed," the teen replied."Okay," I told her, then turned back. I was 20 years old and just out of college when my parent fixed my marriage with a business man named Krishnan. My husband Krishnan was 12 years older than me, he was a business man from Chennai who had his roots in my town. The marriage happened in a month’s time.Like every other newly married woman, I was dreaming about a perfect marriage, but not everyone are lucky to make their dream come true isn’t it. My husband being a workaholic spent most of his time in the office, he was so engrossed. Seems silly as I think about it now, I should have just asked for it, I should have been more forward. Being a young, big, strong, masculine guy, I was ashamed to admit how much I loved it when he would touch them. It seemed too "girly." Only girls liked having their nipples sucked, not guys. It just wasn't normal I thought.Mike had occasionally asked, "do you like to fuck?" I would always answer something like I don't know or I never have. It was true, I had never been fucked or fucked a guy.. The following day I rang James for a week-end rendezvous at his place.I had James in a predicament; well in bondage actually.I’d emerged after dinner, dressed in an outfit of matching bra-top, hot-pants and arm-lenth gloves and told James I had a bondage session in store for him; he glowed with enthusiasm.Our previous ventures had been playful stuff; blindfolds, restraints, butt-plug teasing which James cock was throbbing for now.But I had something more demanding in store for him on this.