I hesitate and take a big breath and blow it out. I tell him that I’m afraid of my Master. That he is cruel to me sometimes. He asks how he is cruel...to me.I tell him that Master keeps me a gage alone for hours and sometimes days without food or water. That he lets other men beat me and use me in exchange for money. When I have done something to offend him, he beats me even more.Sir sits down on the sand and pulls me into his lap. He holds me tight and I really start to cry now. He runs his. Jo boht khobsurt or gori hai or thodi moti hai jis ki wajah se woh mujhey or bhi piyari lagti hai or chest bhi badi or bhari bhari lagti hai. Saroj ko or mujhey chodai ka bada shauk tha ki koi ladki ho or hum dono us ko chodein. Ek din hum dono Saroj k ghar bethey yehi baat kar rahy the uper se Ankita hum logon ko chaye ( tea ) deney ayi or meri nazar us ph aatak gai or Saroj mujhey dekh raha tha. Ankita key jane key baad hum ney baat dobara shuru ki or Saroj ney kaha tera kaam to ho gaya par. Then there was a knock on the door. My heart kept racing, and I watched Ryan get up and walk to the door. He peaked through the hole, then opened it. Ryan was still naked. John came in."Hey, sorry about walking in... so... what is going on?" Look man, I'm not gay. We aren't. We are both just bi... I guess." It was the first time I said that I was bi out loud."Hey man, I'm not judging, you do you," John said. "So are you guys like a couple?" No I just..." I didn't want to say it."He just sucks. He took a step to go down the hallway when she said, ‘You already took a shower this morning.’ ‘Yeah but I want to wash the smell of the city off me,’ he said taking one more step towards the bathroom. ‘Where were you,’ she asked almost comically though he found no humor in his guilt as he stopped dead in his tracks–like a prisoner attempting to escape when the spotlight is put on them–standing helpless against the wall expecting the worse. ‘I went to the Post Office–to cancel my mail,’ he.