’ Naturally, there were some really insulting remarks aimed at my manhood. I had to explain in English to Hosi who was incensed, just what I wanted ...o avoid. She gave me her shoes and shooed me back to the building. It was brutal—I couldn’t watch. In less than a minute all three men were lying, bleeding in the gutter. Hosi was just putting her sandals back on when the police arrived. I explained what had occurred and why, finishing by saying we didn’t want to press charges. The officer. My stats are 32C-28-28. I love wearing casuals (jeans, skirts) and thanks to mom, I have also learned to wear saree in a really sexy and seductive way. My Dad is a Director in an MNC and Mom runs her boutique and is also a stylist. The story goes a year back when Dad’s company had thrown a party for the executives and their family. The party was hosted in a huge resort. These parties are usually very awesome. Lots of food, drinks, and a DJ. So by the end of the night, everyone goes high and. However, making the best of a bad situation we suggested a visit to an S&M bar called the Castle on 3rd Road. This bar is somewhat expensive to get into, but can be very raunchy with the right people.After a couple of drinks and watching the action of a couple of slave girls tied to an old wagon wheel with a mistress whipping there asses, pussies and breasts (yes the whips do hurt a bit, I tried during our last visit) Jane announced she needed to go to the toilet. One of the slave girls went. Carson was being pretty handsy with Lauren tonight while I was sitting on the other end of the couch. At first it was a little wierd, but it was clearly part of his plan. Lauren was the girl next door type. She had a pretty face with soft features, very pretty eyes and a small mouth. She normally was in jeans and a low cut t-shirt, which was my favorite thing about her because she had huge tits, something like 36-DD. They werent the best, a little sag to them, but being that we were all 17.