(I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osm...sed, or memory leaked, and I began remembering things. Things Amelia probably didn't intend for me ever to know.In the first place, her name was not Amelia Gilbert. She was Amalya Trepper, and she worked for the KGB. Espionage and intrigue were deeply embedded in her family history. Her uncle was Leopold Trepper, a shadowy and mysterious figure.. 3) I was not supposed to sit when Sunita mam was around unless she herself ordered me to do so.4) There were some ‘suhag chinhas’ (essential marks for a married woman) that I must embrace throughout the day i.e for 24 hours. Those were- sindoor in my maang, bindi on my forehead, the mangalsutra around my neck, the glass bangles in my hands and payals in my feet5) I didn’t have the right to take out my mangalsutra even for shortest duration nor I had the right to wear it by myself. Whenever. ‘Whoa!’ I shouted. Where’d you lean to do that?’ ‘I watch allot of Xth wated movieths. You can learn allaught fwom dem you know.’ Fletch replied while applying spit on to my growing pecker. ‘Well go easy, Or I’ll explode right here.’ ‘Fwom what I heard that shouldn’t be a pwablem, you get hard again wight after thex anyway.’ ‘I suppose Irish said that too.’ ‘You’d be thurpwised what you can learn if you just lithsen.’ Upstairs in the bedroom we peeled each others clothes off. Perhaps Big Beaver. You've been busy introducing girls to sex." Becky's hand was stroking my cock.I was awash with conflicted feelings of arousal, lust, embarrassment, and shame. In my own world of shame, blame, and regret, I wasn't at all prepared for what came next.Becky rose up, her hand still holding my cock, and brought her face to mine. Our lips were nearly touching when she whispered, "I need a man like you to be my first."I could still ignore the implicit meaning and I chose to. "Kitten, you'll find a good.