I sat with hands trembling at the computer. Mom, my good sweet and demure, middle class Mom, was there, posted on Government websites that linked in t... authorities in several countries - Being sexually tortured and humiliated! I had to look more. I had to see.The next page I clicked on, showed video clips of her in a cell rom of some sort, at a military base where she had been kept. She was naked and hung suspended by her ankles, facing away from the camera. Two big burly dark skinned soldiers. Fir main wahan aur nahi rukki aur apne kheton ki aur chal di..khet main ja kar main nimh ke paedd ke niche ja kar chaoun main baith gayi aur sochne laggi …maine khub socha kabhi mann karta k main tumhare dada ke sir pe kahi marun aur usse marr dalun ,kabhi mann karta k mera pati to truck lekar jata hi rahega to fir mera gujara us k piche kaise hogga ……..fir achanak mujhe tumhare dada ki baton ka khayal aya k usse bhi ik fuddi ki jarurat hai aur mujhe bhi ik lann ki jarurat hai jo harr rozz mere. Touch them, observe them. Let them know you, too.It was amazing what was happening to me, I was there with my underwear getting wet and three erect penises at my disposal. I could choose which one I wanted to play with, and which one I wanted to see, and which one to study. I went over the three of them, holding them with both hands, then one by one in each hand to compare them and to watch them carefully. I could feel their heartbeat, their firmness. I was able to smell them and I could see. Thanks to an aggressive recruiting policy, aimed at bringing more talented women into a traditionally male dominated industry and organization, there were now almost a hundred women, a decade earlier there had been only a handful. Many were relatively new hires— young, recent college grads from top schools with top grades. While the old timers often joked about how much the scenery had improved over the years, there were only a few true head turners. The three in question were more mature, all.