Ai and Mikan brought all the food over and we enjoyed every savory morsel that they had prepared. After we cleaned up, it was time to take mom and dad...to the train station where they caught a local train up to Tokyo where they would meet their JTB (Japan Travel Bureau) guide. We got back around five in the afternoon and began to pack our bags for our trip. We decided to be comfortable so packed mostly comfort wear and swim wear. If we needed more, we probably could just buy what we needed. As the first notes of Travelin’ Prayer came from the speakers, I walked back into the common room and began unpacking my books and putting them on the bookshelf that corresponded with my bedroom. Those boxes also contained my notebooks, loose leaf paper, folders, pens and pencils. By the time I finished, Billy Joel had sung Piano Man, Ain’t No Crime, and You’re My Home. As The Ballad of Billy the Kid started, I began putting my clothes away.Once I’d unpacked my clothes, and Worse Comes to Worse. I didn’t know……I really am sorry.”Ratna smiled and said, “There is nothing to be sorry. We have become free with each other so there is nothing to be sorry about you enquiring about my marriage. I think we can discuss any subject without any fear or hesitation. Anyway, now tell me frankly, do you think any Indian male will marry me knowing that I am unable to bear him a child?”Knowing fully well the Indian mentality, where each and every family desires for an off-spring, and preferably a male. ...Arrggggghhh..........,” I repeated involuntarily.I bucked and bucked against my restraints, but the fingers inside me never missed a beat, the flicking of my clit was meticulous, even at the height of climax. My bucking became more violent, more furtive as my orgasm subsided, but the stimulation continued unabated. There would be no post-orgasmic respite, just more stimulation of my pulsing cunt and clit. Teasingly, the speed of the thrusting fingers began to slow, a depraved decrescendo,.