She was still my wife from what I knew. I did not bother enough to file for divorce and I had not heard about a divorce from any of my friends. I was ...in touch with three or four really good friends from Delhi but never talked about Priya with them — she was off limits while talking and they respected my decision.For some strange reason I decided to hang around. She had already run me out of Delhi and I would be damned if she was able to run me out of this bar. I just sat at the bar alone and. I was a prisoner, for sure, but one with certain benefits. I wondered what they were learning from me. The next day was different from the past three. Wonk came down the corridor, about the middle of the lighted period, and stopped at my cell. It opened and I knew I was to exit. Walking before Wonk down the corridor I let my curiosity overcome good sense, perhaps. I turned quickly and grabbed the substance covering it. I drew it away. It was a wonderment. There before me was another woman,. I wonder what he would think if he really knew the real me and that I'mstuck in this female body and wish it were otherwise. I use hisdomination of me to gain some kind of sexual stimulation.It's nearly 16 years since I went under the knife but I still have a hardtime accepting what happened was correct or that I regret it all. Howeverit did happen and I have no choice but to accept it somehow to getthrough what remains of my life.Meeting his demands for me to be some kind of ultra feminine. Ab mene uski inner thighs pe chatna shuru kia or uske knees tak jeebh rgd raha tha wo bas mere balo se hi apni tdp dikha rahi thi. phir me thoda niche gaya or perineum(chut or gaand k beech ki jgh) ko chatne laga katne laga or chusne laga. Wo ab bed se upar uth ja rahi thi excitement k mare or mere galo pe nails gdane lagi thi. Mene uski choot k upar jeebh rakhi or uske mooh se uski kachhi nikal di. Nikalte hiNeerupa : chat madarchod ab ise, chat jaMe bas apni puri jeebh ko uski chut k upar rkh.