Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men. Fuck! Youre lovely, one of the...men told her. Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly. Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her. I was very tight, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my hips, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my hips, and told me this was the movement that made great dancers and lovers. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the moves of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn’t the only thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn’t control it. Damn, I had to think about. She told me that I have to go to a village near Araku and collect some herbs in the nearby hilly area.The instructions said that I have to collect Vakshojakalu (leaves of fertility) and cover my boobs with the leaves and massage myself. As it was a sacred process, I should collect the leaves on my own and I should sleep there alone next to the plant in the night.I noted down the instructions and as it was a Saturday, I decided to leave on the very same day. It was around evening 5 pm. I reached. Jan had warned Carla about these pranks before; several times, in fact. That was the end of that friendship."Fuck her, then," Carla said, but I knew that she was hurt inside. Carla, like many theatrically inclined people I've met, craved attention and without my being able to provide it so diligently, she began to seek crazier thrills on her own to get the attention she so needed.She'd stay up late watching videos (many of them porno tapes) or talking on the phone with a girlfriend who.