I liked the uniforms. They were army green with old fashion design, jackets with Sam Brown belt, knitted green ties, and light brown shirts. On the he...d we carried ugly gray berets – I hated them. We looked smart, we polished our shoes and checked our self thoroughly in mirrors. It was as if I had never left the army.During my introduction, I was following this strange fellow in his footsteps. He was maybe ten years older than me, short and not very good looking – I actually find most men. They each produced a pair of scissors from a set of drawers, and Sally said, "Let's see what we've got here." To my horror they proceeded to cut my clothes off of me. I tried to struggle, but I was helpless and they just laughed even harder. I watched as my shirt fell to the floor in shreds, then my designer jeans. I had worn sandals, and even these were cut off of me. Soon I stood in only my briefs and my leather belt. Unlike other stories I have read in your magazine, I didn't have a hard-on. Not the bulky woman most would get to see in India, Bahgyashri’s body was filled with luscious curves adorning her thighs and stomach, as well as her voluptuous hind flesh. Her round, fleshy ass was shaped perfectly… Her lower back dipping into her spine, her ass gently spanning outward and formed two of the most delicious ass cheeks a woman could have. And yes, Sanjana was envious of this creature.Sanjana was amazed at how little Bahgyashri reacted to Devanand’s abandonment. Not the usual. My mom got up quickly to answer the bell. She placed my dick back into my boxers. My mom almost took my virginity but I was unlucky it couldn’t happen. My mom opened the door and it was Zoya aunty. I got to know it was her just by listening to their cheerful loud voices.After a minute I went to greet Zoya aunty to the hall. My mom and Zoya aunty were still hugging. As soon as Zoya aunty saw me, she came to me and hugged me while I was still in my boxers with a hard on that was created by my.