Girl had no possessions, was permitted no access to the luxury around her. Girl wore only what was ordered, did only as she was commanded, lived every...moment according to the ritual.Girl's most treasured memory was of the moment the collar had been granted to her. It was not hers, that was insane, girl owned nothing, not even her collar, girl needed nothing, the ritual provided everything. Scrubbed clean and carefully dried girl hung the old towel back on it's hook, made sure it hung exactly as. She knows she is fertile, but years of marriage had not produced a child with her dead husband, and she was often sad and ashamed to be childless as it is very important in India for a wife to be fertile and bear many children. Her thoughts wondered as her hands slowly sliding down till they covered her hairy crotch and she can feel the wetness of her body as her excitement and arousal grow. I turned slightly and smiled at Anu, then extend my right hand, slide into her sari and petticoat, my. "I could have named you Amber, after me." At least only history buffs would get the stupid historical road pun in YOUR name!" Oh hush!" Amber looked at her watch. "I'm off now, sweetheart." She winked at her lovely seventeen year old daughter. "Don't try following me now. I have to finish my Christmas shopping, and I don't want you snooping. Santa wouldn't like that." Mother please, I'm not a little kid any more. I know you supply the Christmas presents. I've known for almost six years!" She. ‘Will a scrambled egg sandwich suit you?’ she asked, like she’d forgotten what just took place in the bed. ‘I’ll make the toast and pour the milk,’ I offered and watched her nod her agreement. She was thoughtful as she worked at the stove. I set the table and waited for her to tell me what was on her mind. We took our seats at the table before she began. ‘I’ve never been like this before,’ she said, looking deep into my eyes. I nodded to show that I knew exactly what she was talking about..