It worked as Rajiv’s head hung with shame. That entire day he kept apologizing but I did not talk to him. I myself was embarrassed for putting up a ...ussy show for his friends as well. As I went home I cooled down and thought maybe I was to blame for provoking him as well.The next day as I came into the class Rajiv looked at me expectedly; I smiled and sat beside him. One entire class went by and his hand never touched me. I was myself desperate for his touch. I spread my legs wider but nobody. “I’m going to make sure your bum is nice and empty inside.”“I am! I went yesterday,” insisted Mel. She looked worried but made no move to get up.I stopped the water flow and retrieved the bottle of lube I had bought the previous evening, squirting the lube to liberally coat the nozzle. Then I had Mel pull her bum cheeks wide apart and squirted some lube on Mel’s pink starfish, gently making sure it too was well coated.“What was that? What are you doing now?” asked Mel.“That was the cream I. That place was just like a tunnel. One huge rock was placed over another two. We went through it and sea water was coming up to that place which may make our dress wet. She told if it will get wet it will dry soon but it will leave the salt mark on dress.We folded our pants up to knees and stepped in to the waves. She was wearing a Punjabi outfit and her pants were tight and she could not fold her pants. Then my friend suggested her to remove the lower as her top was reaching well below her. Then she noticed something was missing: her clothes. As she looked around more she saw a small pile of clothes sitting on the table. There they were. She staggered to her feet, and was barely able to make it to the table, grabbing the edge with both hands to support herself. She felt weak as a newborn kitten, and was starting to wonder how she was going to make it to her office. "What the?" Sharon gasped, when she saw the clothes on the table. They weren't her clothes. It was an outfit similar.