I got up and there was searing pain in my pussy and ass hole. Bite marks prominent on my boobs. I got out of the room and few more men were sleeping. ...robably passed out after a lot alcohol, which I could smell. I realised that I might have been fucked by them all.The man I was sleeping with was now standing in front of me. He said, “ shukriya, bahut Maja aya aapke saath.” Ashamed, I asked him to give me some cloths so that I could go home. He said, kal raat ki Jo tere saath behoshi meh Kiya. She was a very affectionate mother.I slipped on the silk Japanese robe she had given me and padded out barefoot past the Olympic sized swimming pool in the bright California sunshine. My parents were both very successful screenwriters. My mother had stared in some feature films before she discovered that there was more money and less hassle in writing and selling screenplays and helping produce films. They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had. She hold my hand so tightly that I was unable to free it. I did not move my hand and was feeling the up and down movement of her boobs as he was taking heavy breath now. In this way I don’t know when I slept. In the morning when I woke up she was not there. I was not able to erase the memories of last night from my brain.2nd day: During the whole day She was not coming near to me I thought she is worried about the last night. In the night I was waiting when she will come for sleep near me and I. Then, she would be torn. Go see John, or talk with Fiona. Life wasn't always very fair."The last time we were here," my father said, "we ended up at the hospital." Thanks for reminding me," I replied. "Somehow, I don't think they want to see me for some time." We've got to get you all spiffed up," my mother said. "You remember there are going to be some candidates coming over, this afternoon." Spiffed up?" I asked in a horrified tone. "No one uses that word, Mom. Somehow, you using it, while I.