Eventually, maybe one or two would like you well enough from your letters that they would come and visit you over there. One of them asked me to marry...him and I leaped at the chance to come to America. I took American citizenship when I married him. It was fine for a couple of months. Then he took to beating and raping me. Finally I fled to a woman’s shelter and I hooked up with an agent and become a dancer far from the city he lived in. At that, I was lucky. ‘Today, it is faster and there are. Now coming to the sex story. The son stays with her. On one Saturday, he had to visit his wife place which is situated in Mumbai. For some reason, my lovely aunt could not go with him. He left on Friday night and my parents too were not in the home as they had gone to visit my sister. On Saturday evening, the aunt called me for some help in dumping some old materials in dump yard situated just backside of their home. I helped in lifting and dumping materials. After all work, she asked to stay. "Probably about three."I turned to Karen, "If you get a nap after three, will you be okay?"Karen nodded. "Yes, Master." She works late," I explained to Mike, "and, no, she's not a hooker." I shifted my gaze to Karen and added, "Yet." She smiled and ducked her head.Mike shook his head. "I gotta get me one of them." They're tough to find," I told him. "Most of them are masquerading as something else. Walking two steps behind the old man is frowned on in these days of women's lib and sexual. This took me by surprise and i said to her,'Wow.I think you wanted that'.'I did.And a whole lot more'.She began to run her hands over my crotch letting out a small gasp when she felt my ever hardening cock.I said to her,'Is'nt this a bit risky.What if your partner appears? or someone puts their head in from one of the other stalls'.'My partner isn't interested in my horse,and has never come down here,and as for other people,what i do in my stall is my business'.At this she unzipped my trousers.