She stepped in and opened the closet door. She barely noticed she was crying profusely. Murder. That was why she deserved 25 years of torture? She...guessed that was what the families thought. But for 25 years? She stripped off her clothes, and looked in the mirror. She didn't have a choice, there were mirrors all over the place, just to be sure she could see herself. The young Oriental girl stared back. There was a laundry chute, which she threw the clothes down.She showered quickly,. "And where the hell is dinner!" In… in the oven." She croaked out as she stumbled to the doorway and caught herself. "It's almost ready." She scurried out of the room.I ignored my parents as mom bitched about having a long hard day and having to come home to clean up after her kids. Dad just went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. "Ungrateful little cunt." He muttered.I glanced at my sister on her knees wiping up the dripped water and headed down to the basement. I blinked shocked. MY. "Hi, Francis. I'm so glad you're coming to see me tomorrow." Hi, Denise. I'm looking forward to it. I've heard a lot about you." All good I hope!" Oh, yes. You are as beautiful as Madame has told me many times."Denise was ravishing in a backless black silk stretch dress."Thank you, Francis. You're very pretty yourself and that's what I want to speak to you about. Roland is obviously going to want to bed you tonight so make sure that you thoroughly wash yourself before you come to Adele's. I am 5’10, fair complexion and have an athletic body as I love to work out. You can contact me on ” This incident took place last week when I was going to Rajiv Chowk metro station for a meeting.On boarding the metro I generally prefer sitting on the seat adjacent to the seat reserved for ladies as I get to feel their body when the metro jerks, mostly women know what I am upto and cooperate as they have fun too. That day too I was sitting on my favourite seat when a woman in her late 30s came.