“Dammit,” she muttered. “I hate this fucking place.”She leaned against the wall beside the open bathroom door, lifted her left foot and rubbed...her sore ankle. I really need out of these boots, she thought. Thumbing the home button on her iPhone, she complained angrily to Siri: “I really don’t wanna sleep on the floor again tonight, Siri! Can you summon me a bed?”Siri promptly answered: “Select a location appropriate to the piece of furnishing you desire installed. Envision the object in your. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her. She snuggled in and I rubbed her back a bit and then she rested her hand on my leg. I was aware that my little sundress had risen to my upper thigh and that Cyndi was maneuvering into a dominant position. I found this a bit stimulating and wanted to see how far it would go. I texted Joe “60” which is a code for a rendezvous.Cyndi had crossed her leg over mine and was shifting her weight to straddle me. I positioned my body to allow it to. She spoke softly, “One answer is right in front of you. Come on! The playground’s open!”Title: It’s My Duty Summary: Village girl must provide sexual satisfaction (F/M+, cultural)The bare breasted young woman, who we will refer to as “YW” due to her complicated given name, kissed her “bonded-man”, who would be referred to as a husband in other cultures, goodbye and picked up her burden of food. She had tried to conceal her eagerness at this assignment in order to spare his feelings. On the way. Mona: Why is that everybody feels I am wrong? First my husband. Now my son. Nobody even wants to talk to me.Ayan: I did not say that, Mom. I am just tired. That is all.Mona: Have you ever had sex, Ayan?Ayan: What is this, Mom? Please stop it. We should not be talking about this.Mona: Why can’t we? What is wrong about sex?Ayan: I just don’t want to…Mona: Sex is important, Ayan. It is something very special. Your Dad and I… We used to have so much fun, together. There was a time he was even ready.