Being based out of Mumbai, our upbringing was liberal, but we had somehow bound to our roots. Our father was one of the owners of a multi-brand retail...chain and therefore brushed shoulders with who’s who. The liberalism was enticing and through age and company of our friends from the cosmopolitan circles we had the opportunity to mingle and be tolerant to the circles. Preeti, was a step ahead of me in making friends. During one of the parties in a local pub, I found that two guys were fondling. Being a boy was never this tiring. My feet, currentlyin three inch mules with a fuzzy pom-pons at the vamp, were killing me.According to Mother, my period was at it's strongest, and I totallybelieved her. I felt bloated and my nipples, even caressed as they werein my soft silk peignoir, were sorely irritated. The waist cincher,which was to be my latest nighttime punishment attire, cut me almost inhalf.After a whole day of abject humiliation as a boy being subjected to thefemale rites of bra. I began lickin her puffy pussy lips. When I sucked on her clit, she came over my face. She then asked me to Naai (fuck) her please. I pushed my cock into her and began slowly fuckin her. As she came again in torrents she asked me " Naai my poes Hard. Maak my seer" I flipped her ovr and started to pound her doggy- style. I smacked her fat ass as she beggd me to hurt her. I them wet my finger and plunged it into her ass hole. This drove her crazy and she asked me to " Naai my in die hol. Sit jou. That really sort of shocked him and he admitted he'd never jacked off before. He became very curious and asked questions about how I did it, where I did it, what did I think about, when did I do it. I described encircling my hand around my shaft and stroking and I also described how I would "fuck" things like a pile of pillows or blankets when I miraculously found myself alone with plenty of time. At this point it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and with all of this new knowledge shared, I told.