She said to Kim "I'll be back in a bit," and rode me 'til she was happy. That's not rape ... is it? "Just blowing out the cobwebs," she told my one ey..., which was staring at her in confusion at three o'clock in the morning. It was also what they named one of their songs. Just Blowing out the Cobwebs was huge in the States and Great Britain, neither of which 'got' the connotations; but they liked my arrangement.Just some minor whinges:Because of her sleeping position, Tammy was Master. By the time I finsihsed engg and joined Wipro I had slept with more than 100 men.There were 2 of us in one flat myself and another poor punjabi girl called Resham. An aunty who found us in college suggested this and we both eventually agreed because we needed money to pay the expensive tution.I will narrate some of the stories now.One day afternoon I returned to my flat from a lecture and entered using my own key. There was a scarf hung on Reshma’s doorknob which meant she had a client. And. She loved the real estate agent story and left a comment. When I went and looked at her pics, I was basically looking at Em's body. It was surreal.Anyway, nipsie has been having lesbian fantasies and would like me to fake some pics of her with other women. It takes a lot of pictures to make fakes, and I don't have a huge collection of her, so she has been passing a few more pics as days go by. It is very exciting to switch my phone on every day! Anyway, last night she sent me the prettiest pic. ” The photographer gets busy and we spend the next half hour posing and smiling and pursing lips as he instructs. We make another wardrobe change and return. I am bored. ”So, tell us, if Meri and I want to get really crazy for some of the photos, would it freak you out?” ”Crazy? What kind of crazy? I’m a professional, I don’t freak out,” he says. I drape my arm around Meri’s shoulders and with the other hand I yank one side of her bra down, exposing one totally juicy tit. ”Crazy like that,” I.