Then, the unthinkable happened.Sindy made a point and needed to serve the ball again. She made her way to the back of the court and readied to serve. ...he bounced the ball a couple times, bending forward slightly and giving me a better view. I could see her upper thighs and a little of the bottom of her ass cheeks. I was getting a little excited; if she bended forward a little more I could definitely see her panties. Suddenly, she threw the ball straight up and jumped up to serve.Everything was. I bought an adult newspaper from a rack and read about a bathhouse in Van Nuys called Roman Holiday Spa for men. The reviews said that it was rare to see any young people there, mostly men between 40-60 and married men. It sounded perfect for what I was looking for. I decided to actually go there on my 18 birthday and check it out. What a monumental way to spend my 18th birthday. This was to be my first gay experience and ended up very traumatic for me. I felt so ashamed afterward that I didn’t. But that is the only thing I can figure out that he might have been doing.Up until the time that I came to Master Will's family I considered sex to be an unpleasant job at best. But that was because I was a working prostitute when I was picked up. And that was not by my choice at all. Simply put once I was away from where my father could easily influence events and where he was not apt to travel the attitude of those he 'hired' to take me out of my home country changed. Suddenly I was like any. We were on our way and it started raining. Bangalore rains are crazy and it gets bad within no time.Asha aunty said not to stop and just go home since it would only get worse. I did as she said, we were getting soaked in rain and Asha aunty was holding me tightly. Her boobs were pressing me and I had a big erection. I was controlling very hard. Meanwhile, our house came, she went in.And came back with a towel for me, I was wiping my head and she was wiping herself. Her saree was stuck to her.