Fact is, I’m a married woman, settled in Chennai now, with a kid. I’m 31 years of age, dark brown skinned (a typical Indian skin color) smooth ski..., 5′ 1″ height with a 34 – 26 – 36 figure. When this incident happened I was 19 years old, studying in college in Trichy, Tamil Nadu. I’ll narrate this episode in present tense, just to make it sound as if it’s happening now. I’m the only daughter of my parents and am quite the spoiled brat, you could say. My parents indulge me and allow me a fair. "My name is Samantha Watkins," she said, "and I have lived this nightmare for most of my life. Some of you know me because we have 'served'..." she hung a couple of air-quotes around the word, " ... together over the years. Some of you knew my sister, Amanda. We were part of the first group to be sent for training. Some of you know what I mean by that as well. One of the questions I'm sure you are dying to ask is who this man is. Well, his name is Jimmy, and we met some time ago, when he came. I needed to use the restroom before things got to crazy so I excused myself to go.I told her that when I came back I wanted to hear moans coming from the booth as she masturbated to her first orgasm. When I came back I definitely heard her moaning and the clit stimulator buzzing. I decided to hang out listening to the erotic sounds as she was being very vocal. I then noticed the gentleman from before had walked back to where the booths were. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. He. I took off the first panty andstepped into the fresh one. I tried to put on the bra by puttingmy arms through the straps and wanted to close the clasp on theback. She smiled at me and said that it was easier to put it onreverse and then turn it over, but for now she handed me a handand hooked the clasp on the back. I was dazzled by the comfortthe bra gave me to my boobies. The support was so much differentthan just dangling those boobs in thin air. She guided me to thebedroom and reached for.