We had slowed down and with my focus elsewhere I didn't notice the tour bus pulling up behind us. It was overtaking us when I noticed it. I quickly tr...ed to cover up, pulled my hands back from in between her legs as Susan quickly closed her legs and dropped her feet to the floor and covered her breasts with her arm.We looked up and saw two guys staring from the window of the tour bus. They could see us and had seen us before.I don't know what came over Susan but instead of covering her tits,. The children around me were but had some idea of a normal family setting. Monja and her parents were slaves but to some nomadic tribesmen. Their living conditions were always tenuous but some did have dolls even if it were tufts of grass tied with other grass stems. She remembered her own grass infant along with her mother before she was sold to someone that allowed her to end up here.The woman whispered her suppositions to the children after examining one that a child was carrying. "They are. " I felt sick and I could feel myself starting to shake. "Let me show you." No… it's OK… I get the idea, honestly."Ignoring me, she reached down and took hold of my balls gently. "It's something you have to experience to really understand," she said. "I want you to write about this in future, so I need you to understand." But… please, can't I just… please don't."She twisted my sack slightly and I could feel the cold metal close around the base. I heard a click and she released them, adjusting. I was more detached from my own body. My awareness was of the oneness of everything, and the first place I felt hunger was when I saw it in the eyes of others.It began a fascination that led me to learn about their appetites, not only for food, but for beautiful things made of gold and silk, for excitement, for status and for sex. In trading my ascetic existence for one driven by human desires, I first became aware of perversity. It was my deliberate decision to turn away from that which was.