She made her way into the shower. She still had the bowl of pudding with her. There was a little of the chocolate stuff left in it. She took that and ...or some reason spread it into her arm pits. She lifted one arm and put the chocolate mess into the hollow beneath her upper arm and alongside her rib cage, and, enjoying the feeling, decided to do the same for the other arm pit. After all, she reasoned, she was in the shower, and she could always wash it all off.But no sooner had she applied the. "What then?", I asked in bewilderment. She hesitated for a moment, but then continued: "tennis balls, champagne bottles with and without cork, baseball sticks, billiard sticks, etc." I looked at her in horror and shuddered at the thought. "Yes", she nodded, "men can be real bastards. Especially tourists think they can do anything they want with a nigger woman". "They're often only interested in causing as much pain as possible. They used nipple clamps and pushed all kinds of objects up my ass. Though we were school mates but never had a word with each other, was it the attitude or our ego neither of us knew.Just to introduce myself i am Tarun 22 yrs from Delhi with an athletic body but cute as girls n ladies say… I am going to the gym from the past 3 yrs but began to feel a change in my looks from the past year or so…Last year Aparna joined our gym as she was beginning to get a little heavy…for me though she was the cutest girl i had ever seen and this is which was not told to her. I received early Christmas cards from both of them.It was at a big family dinner just before Christmas, with over a hundred of my step-dad's relatives in my Uncle Vic Lobianco's luxurious house, that my step-dad and two of my uncles and my mom and another aunt invited me into a caucus in Uncle Vic's breakfast room.I had been in the living room talking with several others when my mom approached me and said in a whisper, "Speedy? You wanna come on in the breakfast room?" What's in there?"She said.