Then she told me that I never get satisfaction from my husband so please show me some moon and stars and make me satisfied women and she went to the r...om after 2min she call me to come to the room. Then I get into the room she already sat on the bed she pour some romantic rose and some flower on the bed to get mood then I sat near to her and I can see her cleavage through a transparent saree it’s inviting me to bit and squeeze and to taste but she didn’t give green signal, finally she put her. At age fifteen I finally ran across his memoirs after two years of sneaking around his office. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I ever been, in the need for a psychiatrist to tell me I must take Prozac.To finish silently reading his memoirs would engulf me in the knowledge that there were many places on my infantile body my father would use for his selfish pleasure. My naked bottom,. I whispered, “Please don’t think I’m easy.”I felt a gentle grip on my arm. I froze, knowing he would probably speak. But what would he say? Would he offer me money for cab fare?I looked back at him, and for some reason, I felt in control. His eyes spoke of a satisfied man. His grip revealed his desire. I realized that my body had just made his night. My innocence was all over him. And he definitely didn’t want me to leave.“How can I think you’re easy when this was your first time? If you were. For this, a specially shaped "tool" was used. Not surprisingly, it vaguely resembled a full-grown penis. I would squirm to no avail when I saw it coming. This would only earn me the punishment of having my breasts put into this special bra-like contraption made of leather with holes for my nipples so they could be pulled out just to the point where it started to hurt and held there by clamps on the bra.Mom had always made me feel that touching myself was somehow wrong and that I shouldn't do.