I had a body that was powerful andmade for performance but I would never weight much more then 120 lbs. Ireflected upon how all my muscle mass seemed ...o have been concentratedin my legs, abodomen and thighs. If it weren't for the tape binding mychest, my flaring hips and my bubble butt, an impartial observer mighthave mistaken me for Billy Jean or any of the western female athletes.Sad really.Under the socialist state, what I was becoming was not so bad. We hadwomen snipers, scientists. When I went there she was already cleaning the cupboards of kitchen when she saw me she welcomed me and said thanks for coming to help her..Slowly I too started helping her and was cleaning the cupboards of the hall she was now standing on a chair and was cleaning the upper shelves of the cupboard I was doing my work suddenly I heard a voice of her crying I went to see what had happened I was shocked to see that she had fallen from the chair and got her back injured I asked her how it happened. She shimmied out of her yoga pants and we were all naked. Her body was perfect in every way. She stood in front of me cupped her breasts, spread her legs and stretched. Obviously, she enjoyed showing off and I enjoyed the show! She had a perfect little pussy. Shaved bald, of course, and perfectly shaped lips and small clit. I was breathing heavily.She laid on her back on the futon, giving me and Tissues a side view from her left and right. “Debbie, come show them why you’re the head. I might fist its ass another time anyway. I tipped the garbage onto its head, and laughed at how disgusting it was, there were half eaten sandwhiches, left over Indian, the contents of the ashtray (which gave me an idea), egg shells, and of course the slimy crap at the bottom. It looked away as i rubbed the slimy crap all over its face and hair. While it coughed and tears ran down its eyes. I spotted the Indian curry still in its container and kicked it over to where it knelt, ?open it, and eat.