.”Mom “ yeah,, what..??”“about that thing we had today..”She gave a deep sigh and came to sit near me on the bed..“See Rishabh.. you are m... son.. and you are old enough to understand that.. the culture we belong from doesn’t allows these things which we did today.. infact its considered to be a cardinal sin..”But mom..I tried to jump in but she stopped me..“What we had today is never going to repeat again.. it was the last of it.. Forget it , wipe it out of your mind.. as a mother I’ll always. But then she did something with the fixture, and I felt a searing pain at the base of my scrotum. I screamed through the panties that were still in my mouth. But the women, looking on, began to clap their hands and cheer. And the pain didn't go away. It remained and, in fact, became worse. It spread to my loins and all around, until everything between my legs groin seemed to be on fire.Through the haze of pain, I heard Sarah talking to me. "That's called an elastrator," she said. "That's a. .. uhm ... remained at the orphanage.”“Such a beautiful young woman. You must have been a beautiful infant.”“A staff member of the orphanage took a liking to me. She essentially became my mother.”“But ... you must have needed a last name at some point. For social security, if nothing else.”“I’m not registered anywhere. Neither the government, nor any organizations, schools for instance. Even the public library. My tutor would borrow books for me.”“How could an orphanage keep you from all. Very soon we felt that even the bra was becoming an obstruction in increasing the joy that can come from our play. Sanchit took actions to remove the bra. His novice hands made two three attempts to unhook the bra. Finally I had to help him do that. As my white soft melons popped out, Sanchit took them by full force and his pinching even became painful. Thank God this did not continue too long since he took my nipples in his mouth and sucked them. This was a great feeling and I became hot and.