I knew at that moment that I would have done anything to anyone, and they could have done anything to me, not that I could have stopped them of course..., nor that I would have wanted to anyway.Jenni then decided that it was time for something different and produced a big white vibrator from the bedside table drawer, it a had a clitoral stimulator at the base of it. Whilst the other two girls re-positioned themselves to get the best view of the action possible, Jenni inserted it up inside up to. .. had somehow ended up inside thebody of this young female. My essence was now inside a woman, one witha very beautiful body, and what's more my spirit was inside a womanwho seemed to be dressed as a cheap, common, street whore. I waslooking out at the world from the eyes of the kind of woman I'd havestared at, or even wolf-whistled or called obscenities to, uncaringabout that dirty hooker's feelings, in my previous life. She deservedit for dressing like that, I would have said. Was this some. Me: No Nagesh, I can’t. I am shy.Nagesh: what is there to feel shy saab? You are a man and I am a man.I couldn’t answer him this question. But I am feeling really shy regarding this. I have mixed feelings in me. Listening to what he said I just tried to turn the other side but stopped doing it.Nagesh: But saab, I am telling you the truth. Your back is very good.Me: what do you mean by that?Nagesh: its like a girl saab, like a woman’s back saab. You are looking like a girl from back.Me: stop it. If someone like him wanted me to model, who was I to decline that offer? Nervously, I shuffled a few feet in his direction. "I would love that," I replied at last. "Make yourself as comfortable as possible," Mr. Monet said. His warm voice echoed between the walls. "Take off your coat if you're warm, grab a blanket if you're cold. Sit, stand, lay down, it's all your decision. I want you to feel good."Cold, I most certainly was not. I cast aside my jacket and stood in the middle of the studio,.