Malli bus yekki call chesindi nenu kuda bus stop ki vachi wait chesthunna bus gurinchi, bus vachindi yekkeysa thanu last lo 2 seater lo kurchundi nenu...kuda thana pakkaney kurchunna chala close ga, thana shoulders naa shoulders full touch lo unnayi naakaithey body full heat ayipoindi, slow ga thana left thoda naa right thoda ki thaguluthundi inka heat perigipoyindi ala yedo yedo kaburlu cheppukuntuney chala daggaraki body body thaguluthu kurchunnam aa touch aunty ki kuda baaga nachindi. First. The guard opened the door for Dr. Motova, and she entered the brightly lit room. In the very center of the small cell sat Stacey Duvall, bound to a chair. Her arms were tied together, behind the back of the chair. More rope crisscrossed around her waist and shoulders, anchoring her to it securely. Her legs, however, received special attention. Rather than being tied together, or to the legs of the chair, straps were hooked under her knees, then drawn up to the back of the chair, effectively. Prior to going in the Army, my sex life had been well, lacking, for want of a better word. High school had been a disaster for me, my only sexual experience there was with a couple of girls that everyone was banging, and the time between graduation and my going into the Army wasn't any better. So when I discovered that for the equivalent of $10 (or $5 on a slow night) I could go home with my choice of a dozen or so cute young Oriental dolls, I kind of went overboard. Overboard hell, it seemed. (Note: The instructors in these classeswere strangers to us but generally were very pretty and veryknowledgeable about their subject. Our wives often sat in on some of theclasses to watch our progress, and witness our humiliation at beingexposed as sissies in front of our instructors.)In this class we would learn all of the responsibilities of maintainingthe island's hotel rooms, including making the beds, washing the laundry,ironing, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms and all of the other.