We talked about India, their culture, social relations and I became more and more excited. I turned pink, I started to breathe quickly, and the priest...clapped his hands. Two women dressed in traditional saris came into the room, came to me, bowed without a word, took my hands and led me to the next room, in which stood a stone bath full of steaming water smelling of some herbs. There was a smell of incense in the air, the sound of a flute coming from afar.I was not stunned by all this, when the. Hearing this I begged her to not show my face, to which she slid a leather hood with zippers over the eyes and a hose running into my mouth. She also put cuffs on both of my ankles and wrists and I could feel a cord running through the d-rings pulling my extremities apart. There was a pause as she set her camera equipment up and focused on the bed. I felt, more than saw that some lights had come on and asked for instructions on what it was I wanted her to do to me. I am sure she had the entire. She led me outside and around to the back of the cabin where a frame held a large water barrel. There was a pipe with a showerhead coming out of the bottom with pull chains to open and close a valve.“I can pump water up from the lake or just let it fill with rain,” she said, “It’s full right now but go easy on the water or I’ll make you run the pump tomorrow.”I started removing my t-shirt and noticed she was settling down on a stump.“You’re going to watch?”“You’ve seen me naked and wet,” the. SoI told him that I would talk to you first about what Ishould do, and he seemed to feel a little better. Thestrange thing is that when I saw him so weak andinsecure in my arms, it made me feel aroused a little.Now I really wanted to bring a real man to our bed, butnow I want Stan there to watch it all.I know this is a strange letter mother, but I need youradvice. I love Stan so much, but my body is craving somuch right now.Love,CherylDear Mother,I can’t believe how right you are about.