After she released me, she silently stood, took my hand in hers and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. It was like walking in a dream. I was comp...etely aware of what was happening and where we were going, but had no inclination or desire to question or resist. Once inside the room, she slowly undressed me as I stood frozen to the floor, unable to do anything but stare straight ahead. She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. As it fell to the floor, she unzipped my skirt. If they didn’t object then…well, she’d see. Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in andclosing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, Janetlooked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women locked eyesfor a moment, then Kristen’s were drawn to the thick white cumspurting against Janet’s neck and tits. Janet looked down, paused,then gulped down Jerry’s spurting cock, making him cry out withloud “ahhh’s”. . Very beautiful and sexy in it.”“Awww thank you,” she responded. “It was a Salwar suit. The Salwar was red and pink and the trousers red weren’t they?”“Yes. And you wore a red scarf as well.”“You are very observant. It’s called a Dupatta.”“I see,” I responded. “And what’s that red mark that you had on your forehead for?”She laughed. “It’s a Bindi. It’s worn by married Hindu women and it’s to show our commitment to our husband’s welfare and well-being.”“Well thank you for the education. I think. She used this to reprogram me, in part toovercome my overwhelming sense of loss and shame, but also to serveRosie's more dubious motives.The main game that Maria wished to play was word association. She wouldspeak a word into her mike, and I would then speak the first word thatcame into my head. The speakers in my ears continued to relay theechoing and repeating loops as a background, but set at a volume levelthat was barely audible. This made concentration hard, and I supposemeant that I.