To mai bola kuch bhi dedo to wo boli dudh dedu to mai bola thik hai.Fir unhone kaha kisaka piwoge maine kaha mataiabh ??Aunty : are bhais ka ya gay ka...?Mai:koi bhi chalegaAunty : koi bhi chalega ?Mai: haaAunty : mera chalega ?Mai ekdum hakka bhakka rha gaya. Fir wo mere pass aakar boli pramod mai tumhe pasand karane lagi hun aur muze abh tumahri jarurat hai.Mere pati mere taraf dyan nahi dete so please meri takalif dur karo fir kya mai bhi yahi chahata tha. Par maine kuch nahi kaha mai waha se. Apart from cross-dressing, I always had a strong interest in bondageand was quite submissive. While I kept all my fetish a secret fromSalma in college, I decided to let her know the about my bondage fetishbefore marriage. She seemed cool with it then, saying that since sheloved me so much, she wouldn't let something like that get in the way.In fact, she made me paint her toenails on our second night aftermarriage. A dominating woman she was.On our honeymoon, we tried bondage for the first time.. Her smile was girlish and expressive of curiosity, excitement and life. Her copper hair was long and luscious, and flowed in tressels over her small, pert breasts, which she was always keen to accentuate with figure-hugging tops and push-up bras. Her style was independent, alternative and slightly hipster; she was the kind of girl who could pull granny skirts, chintz blouses and bold costume jewellery from charity shop sales and refashion them into a look that was effortlessly cool and. The view from Diane's place is gorgeous. Back behind the house I could see the lights of the city twinkling and the darkness of the mountains rising beyond those lights. I relaxed and let my mind just float wherever it wanted to go, the soft crashing of the waves down on the beach below providing a soothing rhythm. I was contented enough to groan when I heard the door behind me open."Goodness," came a soft voice. "Am I disturbing you?"I turned around. It was her. She had closed the door behind.