We were led inside and given a tag with a number on it to pin toour dresses, then were escorted to rooms corresponding to the number onthe tag. These...were to be our rooms, and were the functional stylerooms we were used to. Then, we were brought downstairs to a largelobby area. Customers came into the lobby at all hours of the day andnight, took our tags to the desk, paid the fees, and got the keys toour rooms. We worked at Bados for a week before the buses came to takeus back to the ship. . By twelve I was wearing my moms lingerie while she was working,Grandma, my aunts and Mom owned and worked in a bordello it was the family business, I was use to women running around in various form of undressing and the usual noises of sex.We lived up in the mountains and when I showed no interest in women or girls Grandma asked If I was a "Nancy Boy" looking at her with a puzzled looked I uttered "huh" she then asked me to follow her, we went into the parlor and asked the women to undress,. Darasal dosto ye vohi techer he jo muje bachpan me padhati thi ye hamare padosi ki beti bich vali beti he. Unki teen betiyan he sabse badi kuch 36 years ki uska name megha, uss se choti jinka name he priti or usse bhi choti ka name he shweta jiski age kuch 30 sal hogi. Teeno ki shadi ho gai thi par unke parents ka koi beta tha nahi aur ab unki umar bhi ho gai thi to unse milne aa jaya karti thi par meri najar me kabhi aai nahi thi isse pehle.Sham ko me 7 baje unse milne pahoch gaya unke gar.. He let'sme wear it sometimes. Actually, it's Miss Robins who lets me fashionJackie's intimates. You see, I'm the woman in our relationship and Jackieis my guy. Hard to understand, isn't it?Miss Robins gets a kick out of watching Jackie and I and our peculiarrelationship. Mother and Miss Robins heard Jackie and I talking about'women's work' and decided to show us what 'women's work' really meant.They decided that maid's work would be the perfect training for ourunderstanding of what 'women's.