I was wearing my high west t-shirt and thong only so he got a bit excited when he saw me like that and he grab me by my ass and hold me closer to him ...nd we smooched , then I tried other panties too. But there was one gstring which was defected in manufacturing so my bf went out and told that girl to change the panty as it was defected, but he couldn’t explain the exact defect so he took her with him inside the trial room. I was wearing that panties only and when they came I was trying to see. I understood, no matter how we dressed it up in saving the marriage talk, that I was a prostitute. But understanding it, and accepting it were not the same. But to avoid the reality, I buried my head ostrich like in the pile of money I received. Money in numbers large enough to make me give up on college and get an apartment so I could do this full time. With car payments, rent, and assorted other expenses, I could no longer afford not to take it. It was an old story, an old story that many a. There was no bra inside & the next moment both her boobs were out. Those were so romantically fleshy and sexy to grab & fondle by both my palms. I was getting impatient. I slipped my hand inside her sari. My mom tried to stop me in shame…but could not. Her vagina was very hairy. I went mad in lust & fondled that forbidden thing in tremendous excitement. It was very fleshy, I tried to find out the vaginal crack inside the heavy bush & pushed one finger inside. A small ahh…slipped from mom’s. I had been accepted into this society, into this world, and she had been the first to greet me and bid me welcome and ensure my comfort despite the immeasurable distance from my own home. She and I had discussed this very event, this very morning, many, many times over the previous fifteen cycles. With each passing Midsummer, I slowly became more and more concerned and saddened by her fate, while she embraced it with such enthusiasm that my alien beliefs could certainly never understand her.