” “Well… we were putting pictures up of people back home and I put up a picture of me… and John… my boyfriend. We agreed before I left tha... we weren’t going lock ourselves out of the social world just because we love each other. Everyone has their needs and it wouldn’t be good to have to ignore them for a month. So they figured that we… uh… that we had sex and they are convinced I’m a slut and now they hate me. I don’t know what to do and it’s only the first week and now I have to live. The doors had a swatch of clear Plexiglas at waist height and a clerk of some kind who walked the halls and beat on doors loudly to feed the meters with the doors closed and the door locked. For effect he'd slam the door and look thru the Plexiglas if there was no running meter within.Being there, with the smell of fresh cum and bleach heavy in the air, had an effect on me. I was sporting the biggest piece o wood I'd had in a long time. I went to the "backside booths" there were four booths. That part won. I unwrapped the towel and swung my legs up onto the bed, my wet hair splayed carelessly across my pillow. A couple of gentle tugs on my now very erect nipples was all I could take, and my body demanded more. Almost unconsciously my hands slipped down, across my damp belly and between my thighs. I was desperate suddenly, my hips bucking up to meet my questing fingers. Ignoring the slow build up I usually needed, I spread my labia with one hand, while the other hand sought out the. Usually i return at 12’30 but that day i reached home at 11’30. I had the keys so i opened the door and came in.The hall was empty.Then i heard the song “sheila ki jawaani”in loud volume.I was stunned because mom was pious and refrained from hearing such songs.I traced the music to my dada’s bedroom and peaked thru the keyhole. I was shocked by the scene. My dada and 4 of his friends had occupied the bed and chairs in a circular manner and mom was right in the middle dancing over d song.She.