“How’re you doing?” asked Gaynor, sitting next to me. “Okay,” I said, watching Tony gyrating his hips as Miranda moved in close, her hands o...n his shoulders. “Tony seems to be enjoying himself.” Gaynor smiled. “Yep, looks like Miranda’s getting him warmed up.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the couples dancing, before Gaynor took my hand and, with a husky, come on, led me into the middle of the floor. I could feel her beautiful breasts squashing against me. Her pubic bone pressed. Aftertearing the page from the magazine I placed it in the tray, and climbedinto the tube.This time I felt something, however slight, but I did feel myselfchange. I stepped out and admired my new-self in the mirror that I hadplaced in front of the machine. I ran my fingers through my long goldenblonde hair. My eyes were a piercing blue and my face was flawless, itwas almost too beautiful!My gaze wandered down to the two heavenly breasts I felt jutting from myslender frame. The push-up under. After exams 1week holidays vochai.Chitti tution ki vosthundi thanalo eado change vochindani ardamindi.Bt nenu a mattermalli ndukani lyt thesukunna. Oka roju nenu ma cousins tho truth r dare game aduthunam bottole na vipu turn indi. Nenu truth anna vallu neku ntha mandi girlfriends and eavrithonina love lo unnava ani adigaru. Nenu eavaritho lovelo lenu bt gf’s unnaru anna. Andaru navvuthuntae chitti mathram na kallaloki straight ga chusthundi. Aa choopuki ardam thelisi nenu thanaki chinna smile. Every day I am taken to the torture chamber, hung by the wrists and whipped severely over my whole body, back and front, from my neck to my ankles. Sometimes in the afternoon, they take me out to a gay meeting place in the forest to be fucked hard by strange men. In the evenings, they invite groups of men (at least ten each time) to **** me brutally. They also invite other women to torture me.The tortures always started with a “warm up”, the women smashed my balls with cricket bats for thirty.