Traveling through the streets of Delhi. The night was dark as always. But the city looked lively. Cars and trucks running on the road. It was nearing ... am. I was with my girlfriend, taking the night-walk, as my regular readers should know (To know more about our relationship, read my previous stories). Our course was coming to an end and so was my time in India. My father has already decided on what I should do after the course ending. Smriti was upset about it. She wanted me to meet her. " She responded with a photo of her glorious tits.His response, "thank you."Kat laughed out loud this time at his response. She quickly asked him if he would like to meet back at his office. He responded that now was not a good time, so she texted him her location and asked him to pick her up.Bob barely had time to text ok and put the address in his GPS as he jumped into his truck and headed toward this dream come true.Kat decided it best to once again set some ground rules. She texted and told. Then he slammed his booted heel down directly between her legs—once, twice, three times. He pressed his foot firmly into her after each stomp, leaning down onto her with his full weight as a brutal follow-through. She was no longer screaming now—just grunting and moaning feebly with the impact of each blow. After the third stomp he turned her back over so that she was lying on her belly, ankles still in his hands, changing the angle. This position was his personal favourite for several reasons:. All I could do was lay in bed and ponder my predicament. Being a pretty sharptack, I realized that I had received a lot of major surgery, and that was whyI was so sore all over. This was not a magical transformation; it was allscience.Of course, after thinking about how I had become a girl, my main concern wasthat I'd become a girl. I was pretty used to being a guy. I felt vulnerable,and, by the look of my arms, I was going to be really weak even once Iregained my strength. I had soft tits,.