But none knew I am a gay. But to be frank I am not a gay, I am a girl trapped in boy’s body.I loved to cross dress. My parents are abroad. And I liv...e alone in one of the liveliest part of Banglore where rich people live. So I had my privacy to try cross dressing. During my time alone in my villa, I wear girl’s dresses or I wear nothing at all. I have a huge collection of lingerie and other girly costumes. I put them on when I was alone.So now coming to the story if I have bored you with my. Though they made her wetter, every slap stung a lot. She willed herself to look back at her best friends’ daddy and pleaded. “Uncle, please!”At once he brought out his fingers and squeezed her clit hard. Riya let out a cry and Joginder squeezed harder. “You are one disobedient whore. By God, it will be my pleasure to tame you!” He pinched her clit and she groaned again. All this sweet torture was bringing her closer to orgasm. He realized it. It was all over her face! Her parted lips, her. Three. My hand was holding his erection and I squeezed firmly as he fingered me, then I stroked his hard length, making sure he was ready for me. Feeling his hardness and hearing his ragged breath against my ear, I knew it was time and I lined myself up with him, ready and needy. His hand on my breast quickly pinched my nipple hard, then slid up to my throat, holding me still. Moving us forward he pressed me firmly into the cold tile wall, using his legs to spread mine as far as I could go.. He looked at his patients with amazement. They werethe same faces, but they looked decades younger. Age spots were smaller,or gone completely. They moved about freely, with a greater range ofmotion. "What ...?" he asked in amazement. "How ...? What did you do?" The traditional ways are important to our people," River said."Depriving them of traditional healing deprives them of healing thatyour modern medicine cannot provide. Your pills and treatments oftendeaden their senses. It makes it easier.