I stepped up to the big mirror and on to the "stage". It was a moment Iwould never forget. A confirmation of me femininity. I was wearing myholy gr...il, and with a supportive soul too! I felt like a princess,waiting for my prince charming. My friend had a pretty veil in herhand, as if she had been waiting for me to put it on."How should we do your hair," she said running her hands through mynaturally long hair. She started styling it and put a clip in it. Ifelt so pampered!!! She places. I figured you were checking out our bodies, but maybe you were just jealous of our leggings and tights!” She ran her soft fingers up my silk-covered legs and I gasped at her touch. “And I suppose this outfit was inspired by your nylon fetish, huh? I guess he really likes YOUR outfit, Sasha!”The exotic brunette in the black silky outfit burst out laughing. “Whaaat?! I just wore these because I thought my legs looked a little pale. I mean, I’ve heard of guys having a thing for stockings, but I’ve. But the city changes people. She had wants. She had needs. And so did he. “Seventy thousand dollars a year,” he said as his slipped her shirt over her head and put a hand up her skirt. She felt his warm powerful hands push aside the thin piece of fabric that sheltered her most intimate parts from the world. And, fleetingly, she thought it odd that people consider themselves protected by such thin and meaningless things as clothing. We are all animals, with animal desires, just barely hidden. It is easy to please the fire god, but very difficult to please the water god. This step in the pooja is most crucial and difficult. Do you have belief in yourself?”. I nodded my head. Suddenly I felt something weird about my body. I was a bit dizzy and my heart rate began to increase rapidly, it was like my body needed something desperately.After that Swamiji made me sit down near the lake and he sat beside me. he instructed his helpers to not disturb him and leave the place for 2 hours since.