He was, Irealized, a Pygmalion of sorts himself, as much as I'd become one increating my Galatea.The other students, both male and female, continued t... stare inamazement, in disbelief, as horror stole over the features of some facesand confusion over those of others'. The whispered commentariesthickened. Some pointed at my statue, others at me. Faces of disgust andrevulsion were made. One by one and in small groups, my fellow studentsbegan to take their leave, scorn all but dripping from the. “What? The laundry area? Why would you need to go in there?” Meredith asked, “Just stand there and talk to us for a minute. Don’t be rude!”“Stand here? But my clothes…”Meredith rolled her eyes and said, “Paula, I can’t believe you are being so silly. I’ll find your clothes in a minute! You are the one walking around a strangers house naked!”The dark haired woman looked slightly uncomfortable but her reddish-blonde haired friend seemed curious about me. She kept glancing over at me as Meredith. Then he surprised her. Unnoticed until he struck, John had taken the clamp he had removed from her nipple and suddenly snapped it on Angie's in- flamed clitoris. She tried to kick, but the straps around her thighs prevented that. She couldn't reach either, because of the leather shackles on her wrists. All she wanted to do was remove that clamp, and she couldn't. She groaned in pain and frustration. "Oh, you don't like that. Let me kiss it and make it feel better." John knelt on the floor,. I always had a secret deep desire to feel a passionate manly love and to feel the bliss of surrender and pain followed by pleasure but I never had the nerve to go out and try and so coming back to the story.I had to go to Belgam to visit my chachaji posted there so I went to pune and then boarded a night sleeper bus it was winter time and the bus had no ac/heating. I was wearing white cotton ¾ this and a green sleeveless tee.my buttocks were very prominent and curvy under the thin cotton.