" Don't say anything bad about Granny. She is the nicest woman I know,besides my mummy. I only have the pill here. I don't have it at home. I amthis w...y at home as well. The pill helps us to forget what people expectof us. It brings out the inner sides of us. It basically brings forth yourinner feelings. That's why we feel so good when we get them, because weare being who we really are. I used to beg for them, and they don't comefree. I had to do what Granny said. It didn't matter though,. After check in we relaxed a bit in our room unpacked and I asked Gloria if she would come downstairs with me for a drink, she said sure but she wanted to have a bath first. I asked her if she was up for some naughty fun and asked her to shave her pussy and when she was ready meet me in the Bar.It seemed like forever before she arrived there were several business types perched at tables, I sat at the bar. As she approached I was stunned at he beauty, it seemed as if she was floating instead of. C’mon honey. I’ve been holding this for hours. I don’t want to shit on the grate in front of our neighbors,” Karen’s expression seemed desperate, but her tone suggested she would if it turned any of us on to see her do it.“So shit on the grate. That is what it is there for. It wouldn’t be the first time,” Mike insisted.“Take this marker out of my butt, please,” she asked Claire.“Take this marker out of your butt please, what?” Claire said.“Take it out pretty please, Miss Claire,” Karen didn’t. I was an average looking fair Punjabi girl around 5 feet 4 inches tall. My best asset at that time was my black long hair which reached my lower back. I was around 48-50 kgs in weight throughout my college and university years and was considered plump. In 1995 my brother brought home one of his friends who had joined his college. He was a foreign student from Africa. He had come through an exchange program through some European university for completing the last year of the engineering course..