..yes you skinny one...come upstairs sucky sucky i give you tip" and comments to my male colleagues about me with me just standing submissively behind...the counter while they joke about me.In Asia is often normal that tourists and males treat you a bit abusive and degrading. In my case, I actually get used to it (and sometimes feel a tickle in my neck and stomach when they say such nasty comments...I don't know exactly why).At about 2.30 a.m. we get a call from a guest and my male colleague. My work was for two days, so I had thought of enjoying the weekend in Delhi (I cook good food and I am a foodie as well. So I wanted to explore). I checked into a hotel in GK and my accommodation was up to Monday. So now enters the lady, her name is Shweta (name changed, of course) and is a childhood friend of mine We knew each other for more than 20 years. I had told her about my visit and she was totally excited that we were meeting after such a long time (no intention had cropped up).On. I hope you might be noticing? I thought for a second that the only thing I had been noticing was those lovely milk tanks, I somehow repliedMe: Yes I noticed. But what does that have to do with your problem? I really did not have any cluesChachi: Actually you know what? As the baby is not drinking enough milk the milk is settling inside itself and the breasts keep on producing milk and that is why I am feeling a lot of pain in my breasts” she kept her hands on her breasts while she finished. I. I placed a traverse on the pole so it only entered his ass for two feet. He will take a long time to die from this."Her shudders now racked her body."We sat him on his pole, planted in the garden. I placed a taller pole behind him and tied his chest to it, so he won't fall.We brought Azim and tied her to a pole in front of him. I whipped her with a bull whip forty times on her back. He cursed us all and asked me to kill him, to kill her, but I ignored his pleas for mercy. I had no choice.On all.