My story over here is 5 years old when I joined a new job in Mumbai & was just new to the city. I was a shy Punjabi guy who was still a virgin & havin... a lots of theoretical knowledge about sex. I am an exercise freak & the first thing I did after settling in was joining the gym. My gym had 2 male & 1 female instructor. The female instructor used to come in the afternoons & leave by 7 & the rest of the time was manned by the 2 male instructors. I used to start my work outs by 6 in the evening.. ??????????? Thenshe would really know she had really been really raped. ??????????? Really.??????????? Hell,now that would have made her crazy. ??????????? Justwhat the little slut deserved. ??????????? Itmakes me crazy just visualizing it and I'm already so far around the bend I'mback where I started, which means, to look at me, no one, no fucking cunt womanpotential victim can tell. I can look right in her face while I'm twisting hercunt, or cutting her nipples off, in my mind, and smile all. I had been in pursuit of fetish sexuality very early in my childhood,exploring personal roles behind closed doors. As I grew-up I foundStacy, or she found me. Then, as an adult, I encountering the writtenexploits of others, and discovered that although unusual, I was notunique, Learning this was an enormous relief. I did not have to betruly alone,This isolation and fetish play folded into an elaborate courtship ofintroverted indulgence. To be blunt, Stacy was the little girl trappedin a man's. He stood at the foot of her bed his arousal very evident.”Karthick,” Ragini said a look of apprehension on her face. Karthick crawled into the bed from the foot of it and towards Ragini. He loomed over her like a victorious warrior before he took her in a passionate kiss. Ragini fought it at first but soon gave in. Before long all the pinned up passion she had she released. Karthick kissed her lips and moved down to her neck, her breasts sucking on her erect nipples causing her to gasp and moan.