My senses one by one were taken from me, leaving me to depend upon the sounds that filled the contained space. I could tell by the deep voices around... me that the room was filled with men. There was more than one, but numbering them was difficult. I could hear three, four, maybe more men. They threw out cat calls, and demands:“Look at this sweet bitch we have here. Oooooweeee.” “She’s a whore just like the rest. You wanna be fucked bitch?”“Get down on your knees baby. I’ll show you what. Not more than twenty five or so, James realized as he inspected his features and petite body.But why? What was the point of all this? He returned to the bedroom and discovered a small pile of obviously new clothing he hadn't notice before. Jennifer had planned this well, he thought as he put the new clothing on.Jennifer studied her transformed father as he came into the kitchen. He, she was beautiful, more so than she remembered. The clothing she had purchased fit him perfectly. She. "She talked about the machine as if she was a saleslady in front of a group of customers. It was just a machine, like a vacuum cleaner, except this machine happened to be designed for the male organ. And the more she talked, the more agitated the class became. The girls seemed to have trouble sitting still on the benches. Martha gradually sat closer and closer until she pressed up tight against him. At some point she had even reached up to undo another button of her blouse. Jason never saw her. "She rose from her chair and came over to me and put her arms around me, you tell My Lady that I will be a good cook for her," she said."Marge I really like your sari, will you always wear one?" I asked."I only have this one," she said."Oh that's a pity as you look so pretty in it." I know where I can buy Sari lengths here, I will be getting another soon," She told me."Where is it?" I asked her.She couldn't tell me the name of the street but she gave me the general area."I love traditional.