.Kia maal lag rahi hai.Dekh sary log tug ko kis tara kha jany wali nazroon sa dekh rahe hain.Unka bus nahi chal raha.nahi tu sary tery kapron ko cheer...phar dyn or teri choot or gand ko itna maryn ka tu dobara chudany ka kabil na rahe.…Biwi: yeh aj tumko kia ho gaya hai.aik tu itna wahiyat(vulgar) kapray mughy gift kiye or pahnaye.Agar mughy pata hota ka yeh aysy hain tu mein kabhi na pehanti.Or oper sa itni gundi baatain kar rahe ho.Tumhari biwi hon.kisi baatain kar rahe ho yar….Kaisy bardasht. Atop her head rests a silver tiara, a symbol of her royalty. I cannot help but also glance at her huge breasts.'What is it that you ask of me, my Queen?' I ask, my eyes meeting hers once more.She looks at me for some time, as if assessing me somehow. Then, seemingly satisfied, she stands up from her throne. As she stands, her breasts jiggle enticingly.'Come, follow me to my chambers, Jenna. We have much to discuss,' she says. I watch as she begins to walk to her private room. She motions for me. And it's hard to say if I would have stopped them or not. I was completely exposed and these four men were essentially photographing this to show it to other people in the future. They'd see the vulnerability too, and I'm sure they'd enjoy it.And all of a sudden, the hand covering my vagina started to rub it in a circular motion. And the boys clearly noticed; I saw all of their eyes look down at that area. I started to breathe more from my mouth, looking down as if I was doing something. My brain extended a finger and prodded me. I seemed to be a bit fragile but otherwise okay – normal even – if you can call being wide awake and sitting in the kitchen at 3:20am in the morning normal. I was pretty sure my experiences last evening weren’t normal. The weird reality-bending seemed to have stopped, but the experience had left me feeling fragile. And the big problem hadn’t gone away, the problem I didn’t want to think about, the big life-long problem that now hung over my head. Part.