"Now I can remember being in, I guess it was first grade, and learning how to spell my name. The teacher wrote it out for me and everyone on a big pie...e of paper. She posted all of the names above the blackboards. I had to learn to copy it until I could write it without looking."I really remember that piece of paper. I remember it saying, Tracy Miller."The Social worker hit me and told me I was saying my name wrong. When I yelled at her my name is 'Tracy Miller!' she hit me again and yelled. My cunt, that was naturally big, felt like a cavern. The sperm the donkey had erupted into me was running out of me like a stream. I could hear it splashing on the ground.THE HORSEI wasn’t asked if I was ok as the director was looking for realism. They showed me the horse. This was a full sized, pure white, stallion. No acting on my part. I was scared. As I complained a real horse bit was shoved in my mouth and fastened in place around my head. A camera and operator was filming all this just a. It was Saturday morning. We both took off our offices for Monday.We thought that we have three days to enjoy every single moment with each other. Manisha was driving and was I sitting next to her as I don’t know driving. We did not have our breakfast so we thought to have it on the way to a restaurant or some dhaba.We stopped our car at a restaurant and then we went to the washroom. On that day, we both were in shorts with no panty and wearing a top with bra. Manisha was more excited than me.. .Every time at class, at the beginning he welcomes and assist his students with their tasks during the class... I never try to get his attention and do mistakes... At the time that he was between me to see my work; I feel agitated... The nerves betrayed me and drop something or made me act clumsy; I got his attention and the attention of the whole fucking class...As you know a Culinary Chef or any other instructor will get mad about distractions... One day he was very irritated...YES... I have.