I didn’t really care about the money, since I just wanted the sex, but it was worth the safety that I required to do so. The humiliating amount also...made me feel like a dirty slut and that was kind of a turn on too. Having sex in the hotel also gave me somewhere to engage with my clients and still clean up before my next one. Some days I would fuck and suck 8 or 10 different guys and some days just 1 or 2. Being an American was a novelty for the local men for the first 3 weeks and I often found. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."But I did know, though the admission was shocking to me. All night long I'd been sneaking glimpses of my friend's long legs, studying the firm muscle of her calves; the way her strappy heels had pulled them into tight definition. I'd been captivated by the soft nylon wrinkle of gathered pantyhose behind her knee as she crossed her legs, an almost fractal detail of infinite complexity. I found myself wondering distantly, with a subconscious fascination,. .”Aditi: “Okay guess let me see if you get it right.”Om said, “Hmm a beautiful sari with a tight blouse and I can see your beautiful white waist and belly in it…..”Aditi bit her lips, smiled and teased him,“No you failed! Ok try only once more, if you get it right I am coming on the terrace if you fail I cut the phone. Done?”Om agreed and said, “Then you must be in a two piece, a beautiful skirt and a Tshirt or an elegant blouse with buttons in the front!”Aditi was amazed and in a surprised. For the first Friday night in a long time she got ready for bed alone and early. She had just brushed her teeth and started to put her hair up when the phone rang. She jumped and immediately her heart kicked into overdrive. "Could it be Daddy?" she asked herself out loud. She almost tripped as ran down the stairs. Reaching the living room, she picked up the phone. "Hello?" she answered her voice shaky and uneven. "You've been a very bad girl," he said. His voice was low, calm, and menacing..