Probably the best thing that happened was when the Army tracked me down for the Medal. I thought they were coming to arrest me, and court martial me, ...nd I had a full-blown panic attack, but after that was over, the last two guys from the squad learned I was alive and tracked me down. They told me how I had died, and we were able to spend time together. That helped immensely,” I answered.“You learned that they weren’t ashamed of you.”“Basically. My psychiatrist had some fancy terms for it, but. She's made you like it hasn't she? She's turned me into an anal pain slut. Those were her words, and now I know exactly what she meant. If we live long enough I'd like to try normal sex. But I think she's probably ruined me. All I can think about is wanting that thing in my pussy and wanting her to turn it on. I don't even want to do it myself. I want her to do it. I want her to control me. I think I like being controlled almost as much as I love the orgasms. Pretty sick, huh?" That needed. But it was not comfortable so it was decided that she will sit in the lap of 3 friends in rotation. It was late in the evening. The light was dimming out outside. Ahmed was sitting in the middle with mani and krishna sitting on his left and right respectfully. Shruti was sitting in ahmed’s lap happily. Mani whispered in her ears, what colour of panty are you wearing today. Shruti was all red in shame. Ahmed whispered, why you need to ask her, we can check of our own. He slowly pulled her short. I wanted to make sure I heard her right. She looked no more than 18 ... maybe 19, but with a mouth like an old sailor. Her long brown hair was a mess of tangles."My johns, my clients." She looked at me like I just wasn't getting it. "Jesus, you really are an idiot. They were my customers. They were going to pay me a hundred dollars to have sex with all three of them."I looked at her dumbfounded. "You're a prostitute?" Oh very good, you finally worked it out. At this rate you'll be up to a fifth.