I was not alone in these short prominades. I used to pass girls of all ages doing exactly the same as me, some alone and some in small groups, standin... outside a tent, watching the owner come to a conclusion then giggling off happy to have seen and inadvertably helped. I remember at a get-together being invited to sit on the lap of a friend of my mothers, around a table, where everyone sat eating and drinking and being boisterous. I was sitting with one leg either side of his, pulled up close. Meeting friends in Pune had been a routine last year. it was a sleeper coach but the desi one. my seat was the last one on the left side and just below mine was that shreya(name changed-privacy must). She came in a just before the bus was about to leave and hence her luggage was all over the place. I told her to keep it in my cabin on the top floor as it was getting difficult for others to commute. And the kannad localites too were getting a little angry over her excess baggage. She agreed and. During the acceptance and training the titmaster's would be busy preening the immediate next batch for the dynasty,they carried on their attire small but powerful stinging whips which would be used on the bare bottoms,breasts and back of the pleasure women should they feel the need,often a woman was summoned for attention in a cubicle where there would be observers present and pleasure slaves who would pre stroke the titmaster's to great hardness ready for entry into the pleasure women,the. "Almost done?" moaned Brian, as finally she seemed to be able to brushright through it without hurting him looking over at the mound of messycurls that was removed from his head."Almost. There was a lot of hairspray and product in there honey," saidhis mother. "I'm just going to make it so you can sleep in it and thenwe'll sort out what's next tomorrow ok sweetie." Sounds good," said Brian, as she stepped in front of him now with herrattail comb, sectioning his long stringy hair.Like.