I met aman through a marriage website, he seemed like a meek and submissive guy.He was from a middle-class conservative family, had studied hard and g...ot to a middle management position in a firm.He was a typical Indian nerd.He was skinny, with weak limbs, wore glasses and seemed to be a total loser with the girls.We first met in a restaurant, he barely made eye contact for more than ten seconds.He kept looking down or on the table.We met a couple of times and we got married.On our first night. We got together in the fall, which was the topic of my last story. Since then, we have been texting in addition to a couple of well-placed phone calls. Fantasizing what we would do has been my only sexual outlet. Self-gratification is my only alternative at the moment.It's not as fulfilling, but it serves the purpose until we can craft something more meaningful. I have been yearning to have a mutual masturbation encounter, but what finally transpired far exceeded my expectations.My wife and I. "Get on your knees then, Damien." Markus restored thetransvestite's face and forced her on his knees. He teased a bit,pressing his erection against her face, careful to avoid her mouth fora moment as he just slapped her a bit. Finally, he let her wrap hermouth around his erection as she began to suck. "Back into your holeyou go." The process from before repeated, as the transvestite seemedto twitch and fall onto her back."That's how it works." Markus took a moment to stroke his erection thatnow. "Yeah ... right." he said. He was glad it was dark in the room. He didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly. She had erected a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic column standing on one side, on top of a plinth. It looked vaguely Roman to him."OK, take your clothes off and stand by the column." said his mother, while she was moving things around on the easel."What?" he responded.He'd been.