I ate the sandwiches and also fed her some.Later, a big bus pulled outside the house and Mukesh dad stepped out. Me, my kids, Nisha, mom, and her 8 ne... kids, we all stepped inside. There were 15 men there, from the age of 18 to 60. Ajeet uncle was behind the steering wheel.My kids and mom’s were taken to the front of the bus while mom, me, and Nisha sat on the large back seat at the end. We were going to Ajeet uncle’s farmhouse, located somewhere in Haryana. It was a long 6 hours drive. As the. ”“Have you two ever done anything, erm… Intimate… Together before…” Asks Charley.Again, then exchange glances, then mother speaks. “Not ‘together’, but… Sort of… Infront of each other… When we applied, we thought we needed to be comfortable doing this… So… I’m so embarrassed…” She hides her face in her hands, suppressing smile as much as her shame. Composes herself, and looks up again. “We used our Rocky dildos at the same time, infront of each other…”“And how was that?” Asks. Dad was pressing moms feet. She kept her feet on his shoulders. Mom caught hold of my nose and twisted it. She told me to go to Nagamani’s house immediately and work there for 7 days. I was shivered. Mom, I heard that Nagamani auty is very cruel. She punishes slaves very severely. Please leave me Mom.” I prayed. Mom laughed. “So what u bastard. You are just like creature. U dont have any value. Get lost u stupid.” she punched on my nose. I beg for moms pardon. I ran to Nagamani house.By the. It was recommended by a colleague who said it was quiet with great food and a wonderful wine list.”Heather smiled “Well let’s go then and see what a stranger in my City has found.”We walked the short distance to the restaurant, took our table and enjoyed one of the best Italian meals that I had eaten outside of Italy. The waiters were attentive, but kept in the background enabling us to enjoy the food and wine and each others company. Time passed all to quickly and soon I realised that we were.