It was a story of pain."I know," he said. "It's too big. Karla was the only woman I've ever had sex with. She couldn't take it in so we had a pretty d...sappointing sex life. He hung his head thinking about it. "Now you've seen it and I hope you're satisfied."Satisfied? Not a chance, I wanted to try that cock! My poor father-in-law! He had a beautiful tool and he didn't even know it! His wife didn't know how to use it and they probably had that 50's mentality and never even talked about it. "It. He started to read from the folder which from where I was sitting I couldsee the name of Tracy O'Neill on the cover. He said nothing and ten,twenty and then thirty minutes passed. I began to get nervous and then hesuddenly addressed me, "I see you are a life-long crossdresser."All I could think to say was, "Yes sir." Great answer that! This impressive man had me wetting my pants and Ididn't know why. In my old life it was me who intimidated others but hereI was totally at his mercy."Would you. You forbid me to move. And I don't. You tease me, spreading my wetness up and down, making me messy. I stiffen when your finger gets to my asshole. But you don't probe or do anything. You slip in your middle finger, so shallow, and then too deep. "Do not close your eyes. Watch." "Yes, sir" I say with half a voice. It feels like I'm standing on your single finger, I'm centered onto it. You finger me, rubbing and teasing my clit. Bend down and kiss your way up at the center of my back. Over the. I can’t. We can’t. You know this.”He smiled at me, and shook his head. He was cute; I’ll give him that, with his messy black hair, pout lip and pleading eyes. “I’m prepared to beg.” I shook my head at him and stared toward the door. My hand was on the door knob when Kulkarni chacha reached around me, turning the lock with one quick flick of his hand. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. His eyes flashed as he dropped to his knees.“What are you doing?” I gasped, as his head.