But the point is, she’s dressed in a saree today. A typical Kerala-style set saree and blouse. She looked so lovely. And I knew beneath it she was h...ving a sexy pair of lacy lingerie. Because we shopped it together and I helped her wear it that day. And I also helped her adjust her saree pleats. She loves it when I help her get ready. She loves to be my girl.As I was driving, she leaned on to me and kissed my cheeks and said –Ajitha: I love you for this. I love you for everything.And this time. I memorized her schedule and changed my shopping habits daily visits. She wore a wedding ring, but I didn't care, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her full, supple body, to slowly remover her blouse and memorize the bounty of her breasts. Her eyes looking directly into mine as I took her missionary style. My obsession with her became uncontrollable. I composed a letter addressing all my feelings for her, begging her for a chance, offering her one thousand dollars in cash for one night with her.. My shirt and boxers were ripped off. Then the locks were cut and my Remy was removed. By this time I knew I was ok, and that one of my demented friends were messing with me. It had to have been John and his partner behind this situation, since they gave me the Remy and they were the only ones that knew my secret.Now I became more concerned as I was getting shaved. All of my hair was being removed. From the neck down, I was hairless. And I was a hairy guy. Then I felt my balls being pushed. The last straw was the night I worked my ass off on the lighted stage for over an hour.Some of the college girls were missing their turns, so they could turn lap dances in the back. The singles in my garter, in that hour, could not make up for even one private lap dance.When I passed Miss Cheerleader Misty in the hall, I told her she needed to get her ass up on the stage, and let the other girls make some money. She and two of her buddies ganged up on me later. They twisted my arm until I shed.