Her hair was damp. Daddy leaned over and kissed her cheek, his hand brushing against one of the pillows. Both were damp. Daddy hadn't realized that sh... had been so disappointed when the hours grew late and he wasn't home to be with her one more time. She was so scared and felt so alone; the only comfort she could find was in daddy's bed, wearing daddy's clothing, crying herself to sleep.Daddy sighed. He hadn't wanted to be so late. With the military, one was at their mercy, but how do you. The entire property was maintained by the women throughout their pregnancies with a steady stream of them coming in as others left after having their children. From the outside, the entire thing looked quaint and wonderful with the women learning great skills while coping with a difficult time in their lives.In reality though, the whole place was a hell for the women living there. First, when the women got to the property, most didn’t come with their parents because they were often older then. Me and my friend always had eyes on her as she was really inviting. but she always seemed very innocent and silent as she was always framed at home. After few months later we got a project came from a client in Dubai which my friend and i got selected. It was a project which this stunning women Anjali wanted to be selected in, but initially she couldn't select because lack of experience in this field, so she grew anger towards me as i was a junior to her. but later that week she was selected. He reached under the bed or beside it -- she couldn't tell which -- and came up with a bedpan, which he placed on the bed while he gave the operating cranks a few fast turns.When she was in a sort of sitting position, he flung back the covers, and she realized she was completely nude. They hadn't even put a hospital gown on her. She felt the cool metal of the pan as it was shoved against her bare buttocks."Why can't I get up and go to the bathroom like a big girl?" she wanted to know. Then a.