I’m lucky enough to have such a doctor. I’ve always been a sucker for Indian men, and he’s the epitome of the type: thick black hair, deep brown...eyes, athletic body. My first gynecologist, a sweet old woman who’d taken care of me since I hit puberty, retired two years ago. She recommended that I transfer my care to Dr.Anand, a man who had worked under her. From my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the delicacy with. She and Tiffany were taking turns applying sunscreen to each other. Since everyone was so relaxed for the rest of the day, Jessica, her children, and Tiffany spent the night at Roger’s house.The next day, Jessica talked to Sadie about how she felt at Roger’s house with everyone else naked. Sadie just shrugged it off. She told her mom that she didn’t think she would ever be comfortable walking around naked in front of Roger. But, if living with Roger made her mom happy, Sadie would be okay with. As I again struggled to pull my throat half way off his dick,I heard a beer being popped open, feeling me with such shame andhumiliation - I am now an automated masturbation sock, a sex toy, usedas an object, so demeaning, humiliating, torturous, and yet so sexy...I more felt than heard him laughing along with the laugh track on TV,slowly settling into the routine of gagging and suffocating on hiscock, struggling to lift my head up, pilling his dick partially out togasp for air, and than. I sit in the lounge to bring Mum and Dad up to date. Jimbo arrives and starts work. He should finish wiring the lodge today.MorningWe have to go shopping. Mum and Dad dress casual and the rest wear saris, including the guard team. What a colourful lot. Sarai dresses me to match. We take the a van. First stop a jewellery store to get some jewellery to fit with saris for everyone. Next the store where we’d bought our current saris. The bitchy supervisor doesn’t recognise us at first. Sharla has.